I don't know why I try to write
The same lines everyday
Perhaps I am hoping
That one day the words
Will change
Because the lines and metaphors
I write on this piece of paper
Are all just arrows pointing towards you
As if my writing is no longer mine
Just a manifestation of your existence
A presence that has never left my mind
From the moment it entered
I hate you so much I want to leave you
And I miss you so much I can't stay away
The hands in my mind trace along
The little wrinkles that form along your eyes
Every time you smile
And I dream that your smile
Will be in my direction
Even though I always know
You're smiling at her
YOU ARE READING
Unrequited
PoetryUnrequited love- something you never can get used to no matter how many times it happens