Maybe I do want him to like me
Maybe it's my imagination and all I want is love
Maybe it's because I'm so lonely and sad
Or because I need someone and he's an option
Or I just like the thought of his strong arms
Hugging my broken body
Maybe
I'm depressed and maybe he'll
Make everything better
Maybe it's because I think
That if he knows how broken I am
He'll rescue me and love me
And care for me and protect me
But now that I've started thinking about it
And now that I'm seeing him nine feet away
He's not like the boys are in fanfics
He's not going to care very much
He might care if I kill myself
But not very much
He isn't going to rush to save me
He'll never do that
My crush
Maybe he'll care
I went to look at him
And he quickly pulled his eyes
Away from me
I love it when our eyes me
His beautiful blue eyes
Like if I'm looking at him
And he looks at me
And our eyes meet
I love it
Because he knows
I'm looking at him
I don't even know
I just love it
Maybe he likes me back
Maybe
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryA true diary... It's about my life. My stupid shitty life. The pain and misery, loneliness and depression. In real time. Real things that happen to me and real feelings and thoughts.
