We were assigned the very same chair,
But you wouldn't even spare a glare.
The words you said cut through my glee:
"I don’t want to sit with her"—her being me.
To him, I was just a face to ignore,
A fleeting thought, nothing more.
I hoped that fate would bring us near,
But your coldness made that hope unclear.
It hurt to see you turn away,
When I was glad to share the day.
I was the only one who cared,
The only one who wished we paired.
How could I assume we'd ever be,
When your actions erased every sign I’d see?
You smiled, and joy would briefly bloom,
Then you'd sweep it away with bitter gloom.
It’s always the same, this painful end,
Where happiness feels like it’s all pretend.
Each word you said, each look you gave,
Was something you'd always seem to waive.
Now, I sit here and wonder why,
I let myself dream, let my heart fly.
But every time you had the chance,
You chose to leave, as if in a trance.
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Tears Of Love
PoetryThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
