i love this person so goddamn much i would do anything for them anything and they don't even know it but i don't ever want them to know it because they don't feel the same i know they don't but i think about them every spare second i have just me thinking about them all the time and it physically hurts how much i want them sometimes that i don't know what to do because my feelings just keep
spilling over
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poems for the unloved
Poetrythis is basically a diary lol these aren't really poems. these are my word paintings, straight out of the most isolate parts of my brain, from freshly cut wounds.