I hate talking about how much I like you.
I feel my happiness, my joy, my pleasure in being able to tell the whole world about our story,
But I also feel my shame that comes when I realize that I like you, romantically.
Let me get this straight:
I like you.
I don't want to like you,
But I like you.
Every single word uttered out of your mouth makes my heart thump louder.
Every single time someone utters your name, my heart thumps faster.
Every single action, every single word, is imprinted in my mind, almost to the point of obsession.
And I like you.
I'm sorry for liking you.
I'm sorry, ________.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA collection of poems focusing on the topic of depression. TW: Includes topic of depression and self-harm, includes profanity.