aesthetic // (poetry)

false hope ;

he's in love
with me.
i found this out
through the
exchanges of ones
and zeros
on a technological
platform,
by a boyfriend
of a friend's,
through hidden
text messages
that my eyes were
never supposed
to see. but i did. i did
and i can't
un see what i saw.
the way he talked about me,
i felt important.
wanted, loved.
he made me sound
like some sort of fairytale,
when that's always how
i've viewed him.
as my hero.
as some sort of fantasy.
to know that he feels the same...
it's amazing.
and i'm incredulous,
i cannot comprehend
that the boy that i
have shed
so many tears over, who's
split and shattered
and stolen my heart
countless times,
could possibly
feel the same
way towards me. it just
doesn't seem possible.
but i'm so
happy. because this
knowledge feels
like bliss. after all
my doubts, all my struggles,
finally i feel as if things are going
to work out.
and that is pretty fucking incredible.