The one's I wish would read my meager writings, don't.
So, I write, to nobody but myself.
It is hard not to feel as if nobody cares,
even the one who says they do.
You will never read my words,
even though I beg and plead.
It as if you want to keep me a secret.
A shameful unwanted remembrance.
Accidental love, soon to be discarded.
And yet, you will ever know how I feel.
I can't tell you, it causes too much drama.
There is nothing I can do,
except watch us slowly fall apart
One day I will wake,
and you will be gone,
I will never hear from you again.
I said I would cope.
But, I won't.
I'm not even coping now
and you are still there, sort of.
I already feel like I've lost you.
Or rather, never "had" you to begin with.
Love, what a cruel joke.
Beautiful disaster and bitter sweet symphony.
