He doesn't like me
But the illusion he wants me as much as I want him continues to fog my brain
I'm a bee, he's a flower
The potential of us together drew me in
He's perfect
As much as he disagrees
All his features are handsome and pretty
He says he's ugly but I see below the surface
Unrequited love and the friend-zone are all I've known
Oh what I'd give for him to like me back
What I'd give for him to want me as I want him.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
