i thought you were different. i fell in love with you, or the notion of you. i fabricated this version of you for myself and obsessed over it until someone else came along. and then i fell in love with the notion of them. but you remain unrequited, my feelings unknown and unreciprocated. you all do. maybe you're nothing like the ideas i have of you, because that is all they are. ideas. maybe i was right. but i don't know. because i never told you. i would've, but it was too late, for i had found someone new to pour all my thoughts into. and that is how i continue. unspoken love after unspoken love, i continue.
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restless: a poetry collection
Poesiathe thing about waiting for the rain to stop is that you don't know that it will. you could wait and wait and it could just rain and rain. sometimes, if you wait long enough, the rain will stop and the sun will shine. but sometimes the drizzle turns...
