I've seen you,
Held you,
Hugged you.
It's a bad habit of mine,
But I chose you.
I gave you gifts even if you didn't want to.
I made you smile on days painted in shades of blue.
Loving you feels wrong,
Like a passionate, off-note song.
You bring me joy despite the sorrow;
I'll cherish this moment—every second I borrow.
Loving you from afar is my heart's content,
But most days, the chance of us I lament.
I distance my emotions from this complicated chemistry;
I enjoy the hugs—for me, it's victory.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
I've seen you,
Held you,
Hugged you.
It's a bad habit of mine,
But I chose you.
I gave you gifts even if you didn't want to.
I made you smile on days painted in shades of blue.
Loving you feels wrong,
Like a passionate, off-note song.
You bring me joy despite the sorrow;
I'll cherish this moment—every second I borrow.
Loving you from afar is my heart's content,
But most days, the chance of us I lament.
I distance my emotions from this complicated chemistry;
I enjoy the hugs—for me, it's victory.
I wish I could take such risk to admit someone I love them, but everything is stale for me; well for love that is. I can't find myself losing friendship over my feelings for them. The loss of closure will leave me empty.