Jan 2019
I left consciousness while wide awake
Never breathing but overthinking
What you said what I said
Breathing and living with you on my mind
Your name always on my tongue
Like sweet stinging candy
A delicate touch of powerful words
When you are the one I wait for daily
A stopwatch of life when you say my name
And everything goes silent but you
Click, the stopwatch starts again
And I realize that you will never be mine
I realize that you were never mine
I realize that I
Can only be
If I stop loving you
Never breathing but overthinking
What you said what I said
Breathing and living with you on my mind
Your name always on my tongue
Like sweet stinging candy
A delicate touch of powerful words
When you are the one I wait for daily
A stopwatch of life when you say my name
And everything goes silent but you
Click, the stopwatch starts again
And I realize that you will never be mine
I realize that you were never mine
I realize that I
Can only be
If I stop loving you
Yes, I wrote this about someone specifically. He's a good friend of mine, I told him I had feelings for him, and they weren't reciprocated. While it did hurt, I realize that I'm 15, I'm in high school, and I should get over it. Spoiler alert, I'm still not over him. I wanted this poem to capture how I feel when I think of him, his name, his eyes, his hands, his hair: all of the cliche stuff that a 15 year old girl would notice about a boy she likes. I'm in high school, and I realize that I need to get over him, but it's not happening.
