Poems about her

Unloved

Today I realised that the worst possible thing is true. She could never love me. I already knew that she didn't love me but there was the smallest bit of hope, until now. Now I definitely know that i mean nothing to her. She means the world to me and she always will, but I guess I will be no more that that person who wrote her a "love letter". She will only ever think of me as a friend. I guess all of the sideways glances she gave me and all of the times we stayed up late talking mean nothing to her. I'm just another stupid person that fell for her and got screwed over. She probably won't even remember me next year but I will always remember her and I will always pray that we will meet again one last time, before it is too late.

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