She is the type of love that makes you go mad.
She is the person I wish I had...
She is like the moon even at the darkest of nights she still shines bright.
She feels so right.
Her laugh that echoes across the 7 seas
Her eyes that hold the entire world
She's a thief.
She's stolen my loudest laughs
She's stolen my best smiles
And taken over my skies.
But she's not mine.
I want her good, her bad, her messy, her cries... everything
But she has the love of her life right by her side.
She isn't in need of anything
She's loved and she's wanted
By two people but only one is truly her world and that's not me.
I want her to be happy
I want her to be loved
I want her to love
I want her to go in the sun and feel her skin soak
I want her to lie at night and count stars
I need her to live her life to the fullest.
As for me... I'm selfish, I wanted to make you swoon, make you feel over the moon but I have to accept that will never be me.
I have to accept what will never be.
Forbidden fruit seems to be my trend...
So with this I shall end.
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PoetryFalling in love with the wrong person is probably the worst heartbreak. It's internal... it's your emotions fighting each other. You can't blame anyone for that kind of heartbreak It's easier to blame... but I have to walk away and accept what will...
