it sucks seeing people you love being sad, especially if it's because of someone they love.
my best friend is in love, and every day i see her face light up when she speaks about him, but then it sinks back down as she realizes her melancholy fate; she can't have him.
he doesn't like her. her hazel eyes, her long legs, her light freckles, her pale blonde hair coated in a faded layer of dye - her. he doesn't like her.
in her own eyes, she's appalling. she hates how she looks, and she blames his disliking of her on herself - she says it's her fault.
i think he's clueless. he has no idea what exactly it is he claims to dislike. i wish he knew, for her sake, how much he hurt that quiet little girl.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
