I used to try to write poetry as a way to grieve for you. You who became the embodiment of everything I couldn't be and everything I'll never have. I used to grieve for the love I would never receive from you.
That was before you confessed... and told me how I caught your eye yet stopped even before we could make something out of it. You said you were too scared to try—not when you don't think you have a chance, not when you know your friend saw me first.
But you liked me nonetheless.
So whenever I write about you, about us, I have to grieve for our almost. I have to grieve for what happened and for what didn't.
And I don't know which is worse: to grieve for something that was never really there or to grieve for something that almost existed.
YOU ARE READING
to wander in wonderland
PoetryWe are just trying to articulate something illegible through poetry and colors of paints amidst this tornado of our oblivion. We are just trying to shine as we dance towards each other while the luminescence of our eyes speaks for our souls. We are...
