You love her.
You with your melting smile
and crazy demeanor.
With your kind concern
and a heart that makes me melt.
My Hazel Grace.
You love her.
And you'll never even like me.
Who would anyway?
And I just need to accept
that we're never meant to be.
But it's so fucking hard
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
