my poems

Marinette

I can't look you in the eye,

struggling not to cry,

with feelings you'll never return,

heart black with ash feeling the burn.

Beginning to understand,

I will never hold your hand,

these words tucked away on a shelf,

yearning to keep them to myself,

watching you love Marinette,

merely some girl that you'll forget.

Guilty for my stare,

at your flame red hair,

scorching me inside,

as I try to hide,

living with my own lies,

missing your sea green eyes.