A moment. Your smile, as large and
warm as you are.
A glance, my heart rate is betraying me
beating much faster than it
should.
This is not me.
falling for
you.
A you’re close now,
tall, strong. Someone easy
to rely on. With enough warmth
radiating from you
that it melts all of the
ice I had built up around
myself.
And knowing what I do,
I realize I am always just the easy
person to talk to. Always the girl
who’s awesome, but never enough.
Always the best friend. Or sometimes,
not even that.
I am the one you swear to love so fiercely.
Fiercely enough, that it “can’t ever be enough”.
To me it is normal now. I will never be the one
to be chosen over someone else. And I accept that.
I would never want to hurt someone if it meant
being happy myself. I will lay myself down for the
knife, if it would save anyone any pain at all.
But then why, when I have spent so many
years convincing myself that I don’t need anyone
am I missing you right now?
i know exactly how you feel. i've been involved with this one boy for almost half a year now, you might have become acquainted with him in some of my poems. he says that he loves me, but he won't date me, because he's still in love with his ex-girlfriend, but won't tell me for fear of hurting me.
i'll always be the friend.
you're always there, you're always waiting, you do the most, but you're not the one he wants.
and it kills you.
this was beautifully written and beautifully portrayed.
i don't know the story behind the poem, but i made one up in my head as i went along.
i still haven't devised an ending yet.
thank you for sharing this with me through read request.
i'm too lazy sometmes to search and review people's work, but i'll read it if you send me a request.
:) mary jane
"I realize I am always just the easy
person to talk to. Always the girl
who's awesome, but never enough."
Story of my life. In some ways, you're the one that'll be there when the other girl fails. But at the same time there's always some part of you screaming for more.
i know exactly how you feel. i've been involved with this one boy for almost half a year now, you might have become acquainted with him in some of my poems. he says that he loves me, but he won't date me, because he's still in love with his ex-girlfriend, but won't tell me for fear of hurting me.
i'll always be the friend.
you're always there, you're always waiting, you do the most, but you're not the one he wants.
and it kills you.
this was beautifully written and beautifully portrayed.
i don't know the story behind the poem, but i made one up in my head as i went along.
i still haven't devised an ending yet.
thank you for sharing this with me through read request.
i'm too lazy sometmes to search and review people's work, but i'll read it if you send me a request.
:) mary jane
Every day I wake up now is a gift, because I tried to stop the sun from rising.
I find talking to be the hardest thing ever, but I am trying to find the words.
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