if i tell you what i want, will you do the same? because you didn't know what all i wanted to be. because being loved is so much different from being loving. cause i am always the loving, i just want to be loved.
i want to be the subject in someone's poem too, not just me always writing for that person. i want to be a poem, not a poet. but again i am a poet not the poem.
if i tell you i want to be stared at like your eyes telling how much you love me, because if you only knew that my eyes are always gazing at you to convey how much i like you. just like in the movies where the man stares at their woman, but i know you won't.
i want to be someone's art, not just the artist. i want to be the canvas that captures the strokes of love and admiration, not just the hand that holds the brush. but i am the artist not the art.
i was always the admirer but never the one being admired. i was the tune in the background, never the attention-grabbing music that takes the spotlight. but again i am the admirer and not the being admired.i longed to be the protagonist, the central figure in the story of our lives, yet i found myself cast as the supporting character, always playing the role of the second lead.
i am the second lead but not the main character.i want to be a hero who saves you from danger, so you're gonna love me for the rest of your life, but it turns out that I'm the villain who is stopping you from living happily ever after with the one you truly love. but i am the villain not a hero.
i want to be your sun who lights up for you, but i am the moon who's just watching you from afar. somehow, i want to be your sun who's witnessing the smile on your lips that makes me shive and see you dream in the light of my rays while watching the lakes reflects my love for you, but i'm the moon, casting a soft glow on your path without ever touching your skin. and again i am the moon but not the sun.
i want to be yours, but here i am, a girl writing this book begging for a boy to love her using these words. i want to be the chapter in your story, not just the author penning the lines of longing and desire. i want to be yours but your not mine.
i want to be her so i won't have to insist for you to see me as who i am and what i am. but i repeat, i am me, i am not her. i am the untold story in your heart, waiting to be read in the midst of your affection.
and lastly, i know if you wanted me in the first place, i wouldn't be thinking about how to hold you up close. because i know if you wanted to, you would, but i know you won't, and that's what hurts the most.
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unrequited
Poetrya collection of sad, heartbreaking minimalist poetry that i think, you can relate to.