sadness, death, unrequited love, wanting, lust and maybe a bittersweet smile with hint of tears
So now lead to a peaceful wonderland where I can finally breathe
If not seeing those hands holding her will make me want to touch myself, wreck myself, will make me want to wish for impossible things as you holding me with those hands
Kiss me like you kissed her, touch me like you did to her! Love me as tho I am her cause that's what I fell for! Your love for her.
Pitiful indeed
But I can't help feel excited when I imagine you loving her and now she looks at me with scornful eyes
Ah the pleasure I get from watching those wretched eyes, you fell for, hating me
This kind of love is what I always yearned for
This tightness I feel in my chest when I look at them
The shortness of breath and the times I can't fall asleep , the times I wished I was her
Hah! You get what you deserve, says my inner self, well I did deny his love for me before but the love he has for her is what I fell for, can't help the feelings of the heart aye
This is going nowhere
Let's just stay in this painful but delightful love where you are numbed till death
YOU ARE READING
Gathering of lonely souls
PoetryJust some thoughts translated into words. A lot of the short writings are similar and has the same context, they are just worded differently.
