i looked at him.
was he really the one i
needed?
even if i did tell him
he wouldn't look my way
the only thing he'd look at
is her and her only.
the empty texts
and the soulless replies.
the laughter filled calls
and the endless jokes.
i can't understand him.
no one can.
he's perfect
but i can't have him.
he's perfect
and he doesn't see me.
he's a fool
and so am i.
(a/n :D)
YOU ARE READING
ugh.
Poetryif you don't want to listen to poems (mostly rants though), then it's okay. i just want people to know how i'm feeling right now. (also warning: some poems may be really depressing, but i am NOT depressed.)
