Your hair.
Your bright, vibrant eyes that always glistened with positive, beautiful energy.
Each day. . . I didn't say much.
I was confused with these feelings whenever I was around you.
I felt hurt each time you mentioned you were considered 'taken'.
Oh god, why didn't I tell you that . . ."I l o v e y o u." ?
I hesitated to admit my feelings for you.
Everyday, I silently cried after school and my heart ached even more.
My face would get warm and I'd be flustered thinking about my pathetic daydreams. . .
It was about you telling me to be "y o u r s".
The painful truth was buliding up each day in school.
Step.
Step.
Step.
I head upstairs; frowning; numb.
Ah.
Another day passes.
"Ugh, too much homework again." I muttered, heading home.
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Then, the horrible truth crushed down on me.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
I don't deserve your attention.
I dryly laughed, "Who would love me anyways?"
Once we graduated 8th, I forced myself to move on.
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The day before I left my beloved city, I looked back at my apartment.
I visited the school once last time.
Those places I'd never see again.
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One tear managed to escape my black, heartbroken eyes.
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I would never have to deal with the pain of seeing you with someone else.
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Now here I am.
Across the country, finally with a new start.
Sitting alone in my room.
Always on my laptop.
Me.
'BloodySilence.'
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Hey.
I had to confess.
I needed to let this out.
Because. . .
"I loved you."
YOU ARE READING
I loved you. - (My Ramble-On)
PoetryA confession to someone I truly loved before. © 2013