Too bad he couldn't return my feelings.
Too bad I am just a friend.
Too bad he couldn't see me how I see him.
Too bad I am not good enough.
I am just invisible to him.
In order for him to see me, I need to approach him first.
I am just indiscernible to him.
In order for him to stay talking to me, I shouldn't let the topics die down.
And to be honest, it gets quite tiring but I couldn't let myself to surrender.
How I wished that the world would turn upside down, make it in reverse so that he knows how it feels.
Too bad the world doesn't work like that.
Too bad it's not the way I wanted it to be.
Too bad he likes someone else.
Too bad it's not me and it would never be.
I am just a thin air. Not because he could feel me because I've done enough for my part but because he couldn't see me no matter what I do.
Too bad I'm just me.
Too bad I'm not her.
Just Too bad.
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The Inked Thoughts
Poetry🏆BLUE ROSE AWARDS🏆 🥉 THIRD PLACE WINNER - Poetry - January 2019 Entries🥉 🏅Announced: 9th of February, 2019 🏅 Random thoughts and poems. We all have thoughts rambling in our minds. Words that we couldn't say no matter how badly we wanted to te...
