When someone you like
is 80% gay
10% in love with someone else,
What do you do with the last
10%?
Do you throw your hopes out the window,
Letting it drop onto the cold hard concrete floor,
breaking into millions of pieces
that are impossible to put back together.
Or do you let it sit there like a flower,
waiting for the sun to shine on it so it could bloom.
And only to wither away slowly,
a painful drawn out death.
Or do you harvest it,
let it grow and take over you,
making the most of the measly 10% you got dealt with.
But only to be disappointed even more,
when all your labor and love
has no result.
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Poetry for the Lovesick
PoetrySick of falling in love with someone who will never feel the same way? Here's a cure for you! Step one: Cry and capture the tears Step two: Mix in nutella, wine, and a crap ton of vodka. Step three: Turn on Netflix and listen to Adele while beating...
