August 12, 2015
My days were all about him
Whenever I'd go to class
Whenever I'd go home
He was there
The first thing I used to do after school was
To write about him
Our interactions, our exchanges of glances, what he had done
I would write every single thing I could about him
I was "in love"
I didn't want to forget
But that wasn't healthy
At all
'Cause he didn't like me back
And I only discovered that
Years later
You know how it felt to love someone and not to be loved back?
It hurt me,
It hurt me too much
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Four Years [Poetry]
Poetry(Previously known as "Vincent") The journey of falling in love with a guy who didn't know how I felt. And all the consequences from that love. Non-fiction. Highest ra...