I knew I was good at hiding my feelings, but around him it wasn't even a choice. He saw right through me, and I hated him for it. I watched from afar and admirered how he put everyone before himself, but I was saddened when I first heard him cry. I knew it was because of me...I told him he was weak, but only because he was so strong and heplful that it hurt me to watch him try so hard. I loved him, but I never once showed or even let him ever see that...but when I kissed him as he tried to tell me that he couldn't stand seeing people sad...I knew he felt the same...and it hurt because I had pushed him away for so long... when I really wanted for him to be close...
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Not really a poem more like a short story I guess. Hope you guys like this so far.
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How I Feel
PoetryThis is not really a book. More like poems that I write about how I'm feeling that I think people can relate to.
