Messy Bun,
I learned something new about you today. Apparently, you write songs. I've known you for what feels like forever, and it's taken this long for you to reveal that to me. I thought I knew everything about you, but I guess I was wrong. Anyway, I can hear your voice over our messages. Listening, your voice is incredible. It takes me one step back as I try to move on from the idea of you. If I could just not get so turned on by you, I could live my life. I hear your voice whenever your favorite song comes on. I know that every song is your favorite song because you love all types of music. I get jealous so easily, and I realize you feel the same way towards me. You told me you didn't want him, that you wanted me instead. You don't know how bad that hurts. I know you say you want me, yet you don't mean it the way I think you do. You only wanted me when he wasn't around. You say you miss me and I miss you, too. I hate that you say these things to me that make me feel like you and I could, one day, be a couple. It feels like a knife to the heart. Anyways, Messy Bun, I wish you didn't make me feel the way you do. I know that your ways won't ever change because I'm too afraid to tell you so. For now, I'll try my hardest to not take too many steps back. I need to move forward, for myself.
Sincerely,
A girl who you'll never realize is in love with you.
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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.
