POETRY THAT STAYS

"my heart pound like thunderstorm and yours only whisper"

We were never official. You loved me only in private and I loved you in discreet. My heart pounds like thunderstorm and yours can only whisper. 

Sometimes I wonder if I were even enough to be adored like I am loved and forget that I was placed only in the corners almost often overlooked.

 I want to be the one you marvel at a little longer and steal a few glances more, the one you'd tell your friends about while the glitters in your eyes dance.

 I want my name to be spoken like a promise putting the stars to shame. But there was not an us and I was never in the position to ask. 

We were never really in love and I was not entitled to hope.

We never made it to being official, but why does my heart break so loud it sounded like a thousand explosions and we could call it a thousand names but love.