u n c o n t r o l l a b l e
oh how I wish,
you would understand,
oh how I wish
you'd bother to say your stand,
oh how I wish,
on this very quaint café,
you'd make a move.
for I wasn't a reader,
I could not tell your body language.
for I wasn't naïve,
I couldn't separate myself from phantasy.
for I wasn't flawless,
you could pinpoint my flaws,
even by a naked eye.
for I wasn't enthralling,
nothing about my appearance
were any better.
for I wasn't the best thing
that has ever happened,
I was only the travesty,
the burden you'd have to heave away.
for I wasn't loved,
how will you be on the contrary?
r.a.
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The Unsaid
Poetry❝u n s a i d were his feelings. walls around him, not even by a machete be broken. uncertainty descends on me, making me think I was nothing but forgotten.❞ she would spent everyday in the same cafe they met, only hoping to come across him, while h...
