lying in bed, staring at the ceiling,
thoughts filled with him.wondering how he sees me in his point of view,
and what kind of person am i to him,
unable to understand why he don't want me, yearning for his perspective.
walking down the hallway, a smile on my lips, hoping he'd notice.
wishing my smile, meant only for him, would captivate him,
just like his smile captivates me
my world pauses in the moment of his smile, even though it's not for mine.
i know i'm not the reason behind that
perfect smile that made me fall for him.it's funny, how i still want him while on the other hand i'm aware of everything. i laugh for no reason when he's near, hoping he'd fall for it like i fell for him.
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unrequited
Poetrya collection of sad, heartbreaking minimalist poetry that i think, you can relate to.
