Dragging my weight of emotion through life. In the last few days, I have felt the searing pain of not being the one she loves.
Am I that invisible?
Has she never known?
I am the one who was lurking behind of every story she has played a part in.
I am the one she never really sees even when I am already standing in front of her.
I am the one who loves her for everything she is even when others judge her and talked her flaws out loud.
It hurts me to be the one who will give her world away just to see her smile.
It hurts me to be the one who will always stand by the corner underneath her sky.
It hurts me to be the one who can only be a shoulder when she cry and not a hand she would hold and walk life.
Maybe I will never tell,
Maybe she will never know,
Maybe I am bound to live in this pain,
Of watching Freen turning her back and walk away.
