You don't even know me.
You will never read this.
But even if your eyes never meet this page or these words that are meant for you, I need you to know.
I have hope that someday you will.
You will feel the unmeasureable amount of love I have for you, even if she is the one there to give it.
You will know that you are loved.
While you might have a happy ending, I will be struggling with mine.
He might be there, he might be the one loving me, but that doesn't make one difference in my mind.
He loves me, but I don't love him back.
Kind of like how I love you, but you don't love me back.
So at night when she's in your arms, and I'm in his, just remember;
It will always be you.
k.g
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colorless
PoesiaIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
