You feel yourself falling apart,
slowly fading away and there's only one person who can heal you.
Whose hugs can mold you back together.
Whose kisses can make you feel better.
But he's not here.
He's with another girl.
Giving to her all what you wish he'd give to you.
So you lay underneath your blanket with tear stained eyes, your arms holding onto your pillow tightly for comfort.
But that isn't what you need!!
You need something hard, firm and warm to lay your head on and just cry.
To release all the pent up emotions.
You need someone to hold you,hug you tightly as you fall apart.
You need someone to hold as you feel your walls crumble.
You don't want to go through the pain alone.
You're tired of comforting yourself.
Tired of holding yourself through the hard times.
You just need him. Every piece of him.
But no,
He's with someone else.
And he doesn't fail to remind you how much he loves her.
He doesn't love you.
He doesn't know how much you love him.
He doesn't know you're past the platonic stage.
You talk to him everyday but he just can't see you.
You're there, always there.
But he can't see you.
He's part of the reasons you cry yourself to sleep every night.
Part of the reasons why you bleed.
He's the reason why you're writing this.
And then,
You sit and wonder,
"Why can't you see me?
I love you.
I love you so much.
I need you. I need you.
But why can't you see me? "
Orobosa💖
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Phoebe's journal. #Project Nigeria
Losowelet's just say there's a girl named Phoebe with a whole long string of thoughts. She expresses her pains, her dreams and her desires in her journal... She doesn't mind if strangers read it.. It was made for strangers actually... Pls read on. Don't...
