Messy Bun,
I swear, why do you have to be like this? I just wish I could put you in my car, and just drive with your presence by my side. Your beautiful presence. I could be silent in a room with you, and still feel your energy fill the whole place. Why can't you see that I'm slowly dying, and the anti-dote is you? It drives me insane that you're so oblivious to my feelings. I wonder if you can see the jealousy overwhelm me everytime you talk to him. You tell me you don't like that I talk to my newer friend as much as I do, yet you talk to him more than I have ever talked to her. I've loved you more than I've loved anyone, and I'll probably continue to do so until I find my own love. Until then you'll be forever on my mind, Messy Bun.
Sincerely,
I'll keep loving you until you notice, which will be too late.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
