When I see you on a post, on a picture that she posts, I just get a burning feeling. Just a cold, harsh angry feeling. It should be me. As selfish as it sounds.
I just can't get over you. Not tonight, and not anytime soon. You are perfect in every way imagined. Your smile, your eyes, your touch, your sense of humor, your personality, what attracted me first. Why does the guy I fell head over heals with have to be taken? Why did this happen to me? How did it happen?
One day you're enjoying you day on the job when suddenly some new guy appears and says, "Hey, I am a transfer how are you today?". Not that I believe in love at first sight, but you catched me. You cathced me pretty quickly.
One day in June. You caught me in the devious way possible. You're so charming. I feel like you know how much I have grown onto you. You know every last detail of how I treat you, how I feel about you. Its scary, but at least we're on the same page. I'm in love with you and you're in love with her. Love is a tricky thing.
If someone came up to me and asked me, what does it feel like to be in love with someone who doesn't want you?
I would reply with,
Well for one. There are a lot of scenarios I could well relate too. But this one is a good one.
"When you're a little kid, looking into a Christmas store, a few days before Christmas. Theres a window right in front of you with a American Girl Doll. A doll that you have always wanted. It is cold, dark and rainy, in the mid afternoon. You want to grab it so bad, but it's not even for sale. You have all kinds of feelings. Feelings of sadness, of anger. So you walk away because there isn't anything you can do about something unavailable to you" .
That little kid, is me. She wants to badly to take that toy and snuggle it like her very own. I don't know what you think when you see me. I don't know what you feel. But I do know you have a past. You have a past and it hurts to move on. I wouldn't take that from you.
You're unavailable. Though, you're happy in the moment. Keep it that way because once its gone, its gone. & i hate to see people like you hurt.
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Heart Eyes.
PoetryThis is a book for anyone who is dealing with unrequited love and/or heartbreak and needs some reads to make them feel better or to relate too. These are from my experiences and if you have any questions or feedback, please let me know! Good luck :)
