A poems to... well he knows who he is
It was a certain feeling
To be wanted
But not to want to be wanted by someone certain
But by someone else
And I still can't place it
How your hand fell on my thigh
And I was to scared to move it
That was also a certain feeling
When they told me to move on
And shut my mouth
I though that meant they would fix it
But all it meant was
It wasn't worth a dime in their minds
And that was a certain feeling
At first a feeling of pity for her and myself
But then anger
And suddenly it was the only feeling I had
And I still could not place it
So till this day you remain
Nothing but
A certain feeling
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
