I told someone I loved them when I truly didn't yet i could never tell the one I loved how much I did. Turns out lies are easier to say than the truth, but the truth is I've only loved once. To many it was a childish attraction but to me it was something else. A feeling like no other. I'm with someone new but I keep going back to him. My mind cluttered with words of doubt, words of confusion. Which choice will truly be the love I need? The love I never told or a love I'll soon come to know?
In these days love is as fictional as the hope I was given for it....but to the one I never told...you were my love.
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Secrets to Knowlege
PoetryEmptying my thoughts into the void of other people...*some are poorly written, and by some I mean most, so please bear with me * (on a different note please don't skip the first one)
