I pretend to be fast asleep, afraid that if I look up, I would meet your sorrowful eyes, sitting right infront of me. I pretend to read a book, so I wouldn't have to look anywhere else but to the words I wished I've told you. I pretend to laugh with the person beside me that I'm not that close to, so I wouldn't have to look straight and see you staring back.
I hated it when I would bump into you and couldn't even mutter "Sorry." I hated it when our shoulders brushed againts each other, then suddenly sparks and butterflies and other cliche-but-somehow-nostalgic feelings would appear. I didn't like it when I met your eyes and saw a glimpse of our past.
I felt lonely at times, mostly because of you. I can see your smile but when you look at me it fades. As if I am that one piece of your memory you regret; I regret it too. It hurts to miss you.
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Things I Wish I Could Tell You (Poetry and Prose)
PoetryI look at you with empty eyes from across the crowdy room. I never spoke when I was with you, and for a long time I hid from that quiet disguise. Little did you know I cried under the rain, and I sang with our song. When I'm alone I think of you, I...
