“You aren't even mine, but I still love you like you are.”
A.M. {unrequitedly}
“i'm growing real tired of pretending i'm not in love with you.”
A.M. {can you see me?}
why do i have to feel if all i've felt is hurt.
- i'm stuck in a mess that i made for myself
“I will never fall in love with him,” my mind vows.
And then my heart murmured, “My dear, when will you realize you already have?”
A.M. {you can’t fool your own heart}
“i realize now, that loving him was neither beautiful nor poetic; it was knowingly walking through hell every day and losing myself there.”
- a.m. {trying to love someone who is too broken to be fixed}
“I have fallen in love too fast for this to be anything but fate.”
A.M. {as always}
your blue eyes always resembled a stormy sea;
the kind with strong waves crashing against the jagged rocks below,
the kind of waters that people put up warning signs for
the kind that dares for only the bravest of the brave to jump into
and by the time they found me, i was already addicted to drowning
- no one could save me from you
a.r.
sometimes, i wonder if i'd pushed myself just a little harder in the past, i would have held onto something meaningful by now.
- a.m. {they never last}
any trace of you is burned into the back of my mind with the pen i used to write our love story
A.R. {all six hundred and thirty pages}
“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”
- A.M. {you}
my heart clenches every time i read a poem he dedicates to the beautiful rose girl
whilst i sit here with broken, ink stained fingers, continuously writing about a boy who will never write a sentence for the plain daisy girl
- is it love or envy
a.r.