Even now he can't see me. He could be looking right at me and look though me as if I was a ghost, that is if he would even look at me. While I'm in his presence, I act as if I loathe him, but in reality.....I miss him. I miss his kind smile, I miss his soft eyes he used to look at me with from behind his glasses. I missed when he would laugh at my bad jokes or when he would put his arm around me. I miss everything about him, but the thought of a friendship after everything that happened seems impossible. Sometimes I wonder what could have been.....If he would have actually loved me....He was the one who gave me hope in dark times. He was my best friend.....And it all vanished from my grasp in an instant. But the saddest thing is, is that
He can't see me.
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Well there it is and is it depressing that I wrote this while said boy was in front of me.... Ignoring me.......again.
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Hidden Feelings
PoetryThis is gonna be sad-ish poem type thing, that describes how I felt/feel about some things. Like past boys or death of a family member and such. I might even end up making it into a story, idk. But what I do know is that almost everything in this bo...
