Whenever I look at you, I squeeze in pain instead of getting butterflies.
Whenever you look at me, I feel like I'm about to cry instead of giggling.
Whenever you call my name, my heart aches instead of skipping a beat.
Why Am I so lonely?
Ah, maybe because
I know that behind all
those supposed to be
happy moments
is the fact that
I can't have you.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
