you know it's one thing when people hate you, and it's a totally other thing when someone, someone in specific hates you, you know when everyone hates you, you don't think much of all the people that hate you, but when someone, someone that you maybe used to love, Hates you. Now that's the only thing that hurts like nothing else does. So I hope he doesn't hate me anymore, I hope that deep down in his heart, he has forgotten me, which I'm sure he did, or he has stopped hating me. He makes me feel so ugly and wretched, and I still love him. Why do I do that? Why don't I let him go? I don't know, but what I know is that when he's in the middle of a huge crowd, my eyes fall upon him instantly. He has that smile of his, that beautiful smile of his, and that glow, that glow that I've tried to dim in my mind, I hope that one day comes when there's a crowd, and you're not there, but I always know even then I'll keep looking for you. Why can't my heart forget you? Why can't it just let you go? That's something I'll never know, why you were the one that I ached my heart for, I'll never know why you didn't bother either, but I'll always love you, and you'll never love me, this is a farewell, a farewell to the memories and the times we had and laughs we shared,I'll never see you again, but I'll always love you, and you'll never see me again, but you never did love me"
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Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
