He looks at me with eyes that linger,
Though he loves her, it makes me wonder,
Mixed signals pull my heart apart,
But I step back to guard my heart.
A girlfriend he loves, or so he claims,
Yet in his gaze, a spark inflames,
Confusion brews, a silent plea,
Does he see something in me?
I choose to be the friend he needs,
A shoulder, a listener, planting seeds,
Giving advice like a caring kin,
Hiding the turmoil I feel within.
One day I ask about his stare,
He gets defensive, says he doesn’t care,
And just like that, our bond is torn,
Leaving me hurt, feeling worn.
In the end, the one who loves more, always gets hurt—me.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
