I thought home was with you, but I guess I was wrong. Home is a place, or person, you love. You love them for all they are, and all they will ever be. You love home, even if it has flaws. That's where I went wrong. I didn't love you like this. I loved you to fill the emptiness I encase inside of me. I wanted more of a friend, rather than a lover. Of course, I knew that wasn't right, but you were oblivious the whole time. All I ever do is have one sided conversations because I'm too scared to share with you my feelings. I assume the worst, like always, and make myself believe you aren't happy. Was I the one to turn you bitter? Whatever I did, or didn't do, just blame me. Blame me because I would rather you put all your stress on my back, so you can live your life in peace. You weren't my best friend, yet I was yours. I'll never not want to be your friend, but if you won't even notice me anymore then what's the use? I know you'll eventually be okay. Maybe not now, but one day. I hope you look back and don't want to burst into tears because we both know you deserved so much better than I could have ever been. So to all of your future romances, I hope they treat you better than I ever could.
YOU ARE READING
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.
