i love you.
i love you.
no, i'm in love with you.
everything about you is beautiful and wonderful and perfect.
you mean everything to me.
and i'd give you the moon, sun, and the stars just to see you smile.
this unrequited love tears me apart but i just can't stop loving you.
i don't think i'll ever stop loving you.
it started in november,
or maybe it was october?
whatever the case, it started in the fall.
we were so close.
we talked everyday and walked to lunch together and hugged every day and one time you held my hand and it gave me shivers up my spine and our hands just fit perfectly together and your hands were so soft and when you hugged me you were so warm and i never wanted to let you go.
what happened?
why did you lie to me?
when i told you back in december,
you said that you felt the same.
and yet, our relationship deteriorated after that.
if you really felt the same,
why did you leave me?
i had so much hope, you know.
so much hope.
and now it's all just gone.
even though i'm hurt,
and sad,
i still love you.
i love you.
i love you.
i love you.
YOU ARE READING
the book of poems
Poetrythis isn't poetry. its just a compilation of words that are organized into stanzas. this isn't poetry. it's just some of the thoughts that swirl around my head. this isn't poetry. this isn't meant to be read.
