Each day I see the love I can never achieve,
Crushes my hopes as if I can never give,
Give the same as he does, The love that you adore,
He received the love that I wish was mine to bore,
It was said that not all that we know is the be-alls and end-alls of this world,
Yet mine ended as if it reached its capacity,
Like if you cast me off as you whirled,
I'd end up not treating you with animosity,
The days that my mind is so full of rueful memories,
The weeks wherein I've never done anything to fix our broken amity,
The months pass by as we meet for seconds only to shatter our reveries,
Years apart can never fix us when we left it as a destroyed anomaly,
Why does loving someone who can't reciprocate,
Be the most painful yet purest love to date,
One can only tell when it aches the most,
To see her pass by with him as if I was a ghost.
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of poems filled by my thoughts and memories that I somehow made into a written version.
