Life's not her
Or is it she's not life?
Am I getting it mixed up here?
I've had these feelings for so long that it's hard to imagine her not being life
I mean I guess she in a way became my life
The thing I lived for
The thing I woke up for everyday just to go to school so I could see her smile
Even if we were only just friends it was enough for me to just be there for her
I always imagined myself as the shoulder she would cry on and then fall in love with
But that didn't happen
It won't happen
I wasted two years of my life on her.
That's time I want back.
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The Words I Never Said
PoésieI started writing some of these poems in 2018 after homecoming of my sophomore year. I felt heart broken after being rejected but found an outlet for my pain after reading some poetry online. I began writing and found that I quite enjoyed doing it a...
