I've always said that I hated liking someone
Because it's a waste of time.
But really it's the fear that I'll fall for someone,
So hard, so fast,
I'll lose my bearings.
My mind will be consumed by him.
His likes, dislikes,
The curves of his face when he smiles,
the way his nose twitches when he wants to say something, but can't.
Soon after, I'll let myself be vulnerable.
So vulnerable, I'll tell him that I love his smile,
How I couldn't look him in the eyes when we first met, and
How I'm scared to lose him.
And when he gets close, I won't be able to let go.
Afterwards he'll realize that I'm not the one he wants.
And I'll be left, longing,
Hating myself for loving,
Falling for him.
Love for me has always ended in pain.
So I guess I should change the reasoning, hmm?
I hate liking someone because it ends in pain.
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thoughts about you.
PoetryA series of poems reflecting my thoughts and emotions about you. Written from March 2014 - March 2016