She stared into my eyes and made a face
as if she understood everything,
and somehow I hated it.
I hated the fact that
she could see right through me.
I hated that I trust her enough
to let my guard down.
I hated it that the person
I'm in love can see through
the emptiness in my eyes.
I hated how she looked unaffected by it.
I hated it that she still loved me
after seeing it.
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First love's spell
RandomThis poetry book is a compilation of memories of first love. It shares experiences of first love - the joy💓, the heartache💔 and everything in between💝. I hope you all will like it :) Author's note: Pictures in this book don't belong to me; I got...
