Tears.
Drip drop. Tears.
Drip drop. Drip drop.
How many more am I going to lose?
He will never notice me, a small fry in a crowd.
Many that towers over me,
many more worthy than me.
Long hair, spectacles, dark-skinned.
Big eyes, button nose, dimple.
That's me.
Who am I to make him fall for me?
His perfect features and personality
are contridicting to mine.
I know his name.
But he'll never know mine.
More than strangers,
less than friends.
I will never be more than that.
supporting him every now and then.
My screams of joy,
drowned in the cheers of others.
Paranoid thoughts run through my mind.
"He will get married soon,"
I tell myself.
And I'm not the one to enjoy,
enjoy all his hugs, kisses and affection.
I stand rooted to the ground.
I'm thinking.
Slowly letting the harsh reality in.
The harsh reality that crashes onto me,
like a tsunami wave,
breaking me apart.
Here I am. Torn apart.
It'll never be the same me again.
Unless he fixes my heart... However, that...
would be a miracle.
YOU ARE READING
Hallucinating Fan
RomanceThree part poem about a fan hallucinating and wanting to be with an idol badly. [WARNING: mentions of depression and hallucination] I'm sorry if this poem isn't up to standard. ( A/n: my poems are also posted on my fan account @/ jeonghannie_1004)
