Seth Tyler Olsen
You're running on my mind
like there is a tournament.
You're absence is a torment,
in my heart's department.
It's been one week since I last talked to you.
Well, more like argued with you.
And it's about Trenton freaking Walker,
the guy you're going out with.
"You've chosen her,
but you weren't chosen by her.
Move on, let her go."
No.
I can't.
I just can't.
"You don't understand. No one ever will.
So just shut up, will you?"
I nearly shouted at my friend.
It hurts like hell.
Specially now that I need to let you go,
but can't.
For I'm still hoping,
waiting for the impossible to happen.
And before I can even stop myself,
I stealthily gaze on the wealth,
that caused me to break a sweat.
But I reminded myself,
that I didn't need to pretend.
Didn't need to be anything,
but what I was right then.
I know that in my eyes,
it still reflects.
That it never even bent.
If anything, it only grows deeper,
with each passing days.
Even after it wept,
even after my heart bled.
On those times,
when all it needs is rest.
When it felt like you forget,
about those precious moments,
that we both shared.
I resent that you're being consistent,
on your stone-cold shoulder.
You're not even replying back
nor are you answering any of my calls.
And I honestly don't know what kept me,
what kept me any longer.
But whenever our eyes meet,
I was drowning deep and I couldn't possibly breathe.
You still affect me,
and it's killing me softly.
But it's so much easier to act
like none of this matters through feigning a smile,
than to confess that my heart is nearly broken by someone
who was never even mine, to begin with.
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Ardent Declarations of Love
Short StoryI walk towards her, and I don't know what urges me to do so. But I just felt like I wanted, more like needed to be near her. My heart pounding, in a speed of a rollercoaster. When finally, our eyes find their way to each other. Oh her eyes bring me...
