He was the boy ,
With a calculus textbook with him all the time , headphones dangling.
I fell in love with his frequent deep sighs , messy hair , dimples , and soft chuckles. Although he never knew I existed, I continued loving him. There was something about his grins , his death stares and everything in between that stirred my heart. He wasn't mine but I fell. I did.
Now I don't recognise the feeling anymore , but he , he fell in love with me. Stained soul , unruly me. He could see things hidden in my eyes , trapped, and read them. It scared me. After years without acknowledgement from him, I moved on. Now how could I let him in ? He inhaled my scent of survival and foolishly believed it is beauty. And he fell. For me.
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Hurricanes of Life
Poetryof short stories and poetries that we write just to satisfy ourselves ; precisely our feelings .