~my poems~

Hate=Love

Yes I hate her, of course I do.

Her blue eyes are so mesmerising.

How could I, though, she's perfect.

I can't take my eyes of her.

He doesn't seem to care I'm next to her.

There's someone there, but I don't care.

She doesn't care he's looking, how can she not care?

Should I go and ask her?

Her boyfriend comes and hugs her; ouch.

He is hugging her, how could she?

Maybe this is my chance.

The girl next to her is looking at me.

I panicked so I walked away because I couldn't look into his eyes knowing she'll always be his love.

She is walking away but I can't miss my chance.

God I wish he would stop me from going.

I have to stop her.

A few blocks I've walked and he still hasn't stopped me...

I should have stopped her but it was the right thing to do. I would only hurt her just like I always do.

I look behind me and he's gone. I shouldn't have turned around. What was I hoping for? That he'd fall for me after getting his heart broken by his first love?

*They now live together with their family, happily in love. The same love he felt for her when their eyes met for the first time.