For all who you could let feel the pain, you'd rather choose me.
I am not the only girl who exist in your world, am I?
It should've been her, at least.
Why did it have to be me?
I can still feel the pain yet here I am embracing it.
Does it really matter to you, that I was the one who's hurt?
I love you.
Is it possible for you to love me back?
I should leave.
Would you care?
Questions. Questions. Here they lay but remained unanswered...
Why me?
YOU ARE READING
Excerpt from A Book He'll Never Know It Exists
Poetryhere I scribe the words I couldn't tell, for I am coward and tongue tied when I am faced to you. this I write when I feel and missed your love longing and lingering every time my heart beats. To G, who keeps me going and making my works beautiful. D...
