o h d e a r
why could you do this to me?
truth is, you planned this all along have you? i can see it inside, those rusty clouded eyes.
so you and her, huh.
the rumors were fastly approaching everyone's reary ears like a tornado coming at a speed so godly.
apparently, the tornado hit me and took me in full blow, spinning me round and round until i couldn't take it anymore.
dear, gabe, what is wrong with you?
"i don't know, i'm afraid of falling inlove again."
"no, you're afraid of not being loved back, gabe."
and that was the truth. you said you wanted her back and all that, now you're saying that you're a coward and that you are scared of falling.
geez maximus, i can't understand you.
heck, we all know nobody could. i don't understand myself either, how much more from other people?
truth behind those, 'i know exactly how you feel' is that nobody in this world can read and feel thesame thing you can.
it's like, nobody can have as many ice crisps you have in slushies.
nobody can have the same texture of bread you bought, or nobody can have the exact same eyes as yours.
sad truth isn't it? to be really alone in this world.
"gabe, did you know i'm afraid at the dark?"
"i'm surprised you're not running away from me."
"you're the opposite of the dark, my dear."
"hah, and no. you're not scared of the dark-- you're scared of whats lurking behind it."
if i said i was scared of you, would you run away instead?
oh my gabriel, this thing your putting on is very complex. i wonder why both of you don't text anymore too.
when will you give up on her?
rumors told me that we were bestfriends. that rumors and i were the perfect pair, and it told me all the nastiest things everyone could write with their mouths. fiction.
it told me you made out with her once more, caught in the library red handed.
spicy, they told me. heated, very heated.
i thought you could see, and i thought you finally saw me. what happened to forgetting, honey?
my boy, stop playing hide and seek because we both know, my dear, that you're losing by playing with yourself.
"gabe, please- snap out of this."
oh dear, my my, is love the only thing that's clouding your mind?
Always Here,
The girl who stays cloud-watching.
YOU ARE READING
Oh dear
Poetry"maybe it was you and i, not we and us." in which she falls inlove, and she gets tricked by the illusions and thoughts of it. one sick delusional story, without true love.
