Has your imagination been running wild again, darling? Did you magically convince yourself again that we could fit into the picture of the perfect couple you want us to be?
I see you smiling and talking, pretending this is all genuine and real, acting as my eyes only look at you with admiration. As if my mind didn't leave this conversation a thousand times. Only for you to keep blabbering about something I couldn't care less about.
It hurts me too, you know, you're so precious that sometimes I actually feel bad for not falling for you too. I don't want to shatter your heart, I can't bear the thought of me being the reason your adorable eyes see a single drop of gloom.
But you keep talking.
I wish you could hear my thoughts so I didn't have to spell the words out, I've tried many times to shoot you down and to show you this isn't going to work no matter how much you fix your outfit and give me a smile across the room, I'm not going to change.
I miss when you saw me as nothing more than your friend, just another familiar face you say hello to from time to time, now it all switched up, your eyes spark when they see me yet my heart does not react at all.
I'm so sorry.
I hope your heart is okay.
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Emotional Torture.
PoesieCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
