(Edit: I don't want to be a girl, I just was jealous of the girl my crush liked, I'm bi, he wasn't)
Standing, staring,
At a blonde girl, adored by many.
Waiting, wishing,
That one day that might be me.
Dreaming, yearning,
That he will choose me over her.
Disappointed, saddened,
That that will never happen.
Careful, close mouthed,
When she asks me who I like.
Regretful, angry,
every time I see him stare at her.
Frustrated, defensive,
When she complains about his faults.
Willing, eager,
To take him off her hands.
Unsaid, never spoken,
The words keep piling up.
Fearful, but hoping,
That one day it will collapse,
And I will have to reveal the truth.
COMMENT. VOTE. ADD TO LIBRARIES. ECT.
YOU ARE READING
The Things I Leave Unsaid
PoetryMy thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I...
