How can I stop this feeling?
Why does my love for you run so deep, even though you're not mine?
This is something I can't describe.
Damn, if you just knew that I'm hurting right now.
I wear a badge that tells the tale,
how your presence makes my heart set sail.
I find myself caught in delusions.
I hate that I'm hoping I'll be the one you give flowers to, the ones you buy downstairs.
Despite repeatedly promising myself to cease these feelings, I find it impossible.
Maybe, I'll just stay here looking at you with someone else. Even though it hurts seeing you blush with her.
I must face the truth that love never finds its bloom in you and me.
The depth of this pain makes me wish our paths had never crossed.
My eyes are drawn to you, my heart insists on choosing you, and my mind keeps echoing your name.
I'm weary of my heart fluttering every time I see you.
The memory of your goodbye wave replays in my mind, the best feeling I've experienced, yet I shouldn't dwell too much on the hope that you'll reciprocate my love.
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ANTHOLIMPSE
PoetryAntholimpse is a glimpses of prose and poetry that were written within this hour.
