Dear ____,
If you're reading this, it means you must've gotten close enough for me to let you see this.
Although I can see myself trusting you, I can't see you trusting me. You're so closed off; so hidden.
Your walls are built so high , made of foot thick concrete, with hot iron spikes covering them.
I can't even touch the wall itself, no matter how hard I try.
I want you to let me in.
I want to know if my feelings for you are worth it, if you're deep and caring like I hope you are or if you're just as cold and dull as usual. If you have nothing behind your walls.
I hate having feelings for you.
I know I'm gonna end up hurt.
You're gonna find someone who's going to make you happy and you'll talk about them.
I'll listen, but on the inside, I'll be screaming in pain. Crying out, "Why can't that be me?"
Even though I know I'll get hurt, I can't help my feelings for you. They won't go away.
I've liked you for nearly 2 years, my feelings never leaving.
They've lessened; I don't cry myself to sleep anymore because you had a girlfriend.
But it's still a dull-ache in my chest knowing you're not mine.
I hope you will be one day.
YOU ARE READING
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