i'm not her
i know
this may sound
ridiculous
and funny, even
but i really,
really like you.
i don't even
know you
but i feel like
i've always
known you elsewhere
and i'm so silly
to think that
i'll ever
get the chance
to ask you.
from the way
you run your hand
through your
dark hair
out of habit
to the way
you smile
and melt
my heart
without you
ever knowing;
i realized
what i felt
towards you
was something
i've never felt before.
i knew
what i felt
was too risky
for my heart
to take
but i still
stupidly
held onto
that feeling
i feel
every time i see you.
i know
there is
never a chance
of you and me;
the idea of us
together
is a fictional reality
of light years' time
for i know
you have her
in your mind,
you want her
in your life,
you need her
in your life
and i know.
god,
i know
but i don't want
to know;
i hate myself
for knowing that
i was never
a choice
in the first place.
we're strangers
and strangers
don't fall in love
with each other
when one of them
already has someone
made for them.
—i'm not her. i'm just me. and that is exactly why.
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how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
