I love him,
how can I love him?
I know he doesn't feel the same...
But when he's hurting
I feel every tear
streaming inwardly down his cheek.
Even now I look at him
I can see the pain,
feel the brokeness,
all I want to do is take it away.
Make it better, somehow, someway.
But he won't let me,
he sees me as a friend nothing more,
not even as an honorary sister.
But I think I love him...
Love is a stupid thing.
I thought I loved before and I was wrong.
That love died swiftly and now I am alone
Alone looking in on the one I want to try and love...
But he's pushing me away.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThe rambling of a college student who has to much time on her hands