Flowers without fresh water will die. Poetry writing entries.

I hate me that i fell for you.

I would say that I hate you.
But that not at all true.

I hate me more than I hate you.
I hate that I didn't protect myself from your charm.
I should have never believed you when you said you liked me.. because it's impossible to.
The moment you started treating me better than anyone, and kind brown eyes I fell far too hard for.. I should have sounded the alarm.

But is it entirely my fault?
Yes, it is. I should have kept my bridges up, or should have stopped and come to a halt.

It's so hard to hate you, that I shifted the blame to me.
And now I feel terrible that I let my heart roam free.

Maybe he realized how ugly I truly am.
Or falling for you was just a scam.

But I really really liked you.
It was your dark warm eyes.
Or when time with you just naturally flies.

It was your perfect nose that envy so.
Or your eyebrows that showed tons of different expressions.
How much I truly liked you, you will never get to know.

Your skin was perfect, your hair laid just right.
And when you smiled it was ever so bright.

Your little single freckles and moles strategically placed.
One above your brow and on your cheek.
Just thinking about you leaves me red-faced.

Most importantly, your heart.
You treated people with kindness you were soft when talking to, you didn't belittle me which I'm used to.
You made me feel beautiful and confident in my own skin... or like a breathtaking view.

Your personality is so characteristic.
But I was in the wrong for not being at all realistic.

I hate that I fell for you.
Because I knew that a charmer like you could never look my way.
I knew it was far too good to be true.

Now I am no longer letting my heart roam free, I will just protect it.
And to love I put in a box stored away and hopefully one day I will forget it.

- my breaking heart and I agree it's for the best. Ilona Darling.