I began to fall
head over heals
for them,
not understanding
the beats my heart
are making.
This person has no name,
no defined features,
all they are
is a memory
after the day is done,
yet this memory
feels so real
My whole life
is revolving
around this one person
who doesn't want me
The breaths I take,
the blood my heart pumps,
the steps I mark into this world
march onward to the sound
of emptiness
You would think I moved
on by now, but,
how can I move on
from hope?
From love?
From happiness?
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PoesíaThis story is told through poetry. It is about a young teenage girl trying to break free from their obsessive parents' chains and find someone who will love her for her. Over the course of the story, she does more extreme things to get her crush to...
