A person suggested I post this here so here's a poem I wrote while ago:
My one true love.
Only true love. Can there be only one true love? No. But there can be one that stands out most.
One that, when you see, you can't help but forget about those other loves-
No no they are no longer worthy of that title when the one is around, my love….
Love. What is it? Do people really feel it or is it imagined to make life worth suffering through.
Love. What I feel for you.
My one true love is you. But am I yours?
Is it possible that you are my soulmate while yours is someone else? Yes.
Soulmate. The person I belong with but not always the person that belongs with me.
Magic. What I feel when I am with you. Do you feel it? No. No you don't.
Your “magic” lies with someone else. Not me. It will never be me.
Or will it?
Can I make you feel for me what I feel for you?
No. I would never force you to do something that will only leave you hurt in the end.
But still….
Love, why can't I just get it into my head th-that you d-don't lo-
I-i can't even say it.
This is what you do to me now, love.
Whenever you're the subject of my words…I can't help but feel pain
Just like a soulmate, I belong with you but you do not belong with me.
I'm sorry if I'm repeating myself. I can't think write without you hear with me
Please help me…
Advantage is what you have. You do not have to live with this disability.
My one true love and sadly my only true love. Now and forever.
Eventually I will get over this… Right? Love...?
