This is a mistake
A poem
A letter
I shouldn't write.
You’ll never see it
But I always will.
The feelings dissolve on my tongue
Like a bitter pill.
I am not in love with you
Not in the sense
That my heart shattered into shards
When you paid your pence.
I was aware
Of the fate to await
Yet I spoke my heart
To receive an empty plate.
The feeling was delayed
For a time a smidge too long, but
Then the dams broke,
And out came a flood.
If this were on paper
I’d slit my wrist
And drip the blood
If not for dramatics;
If only to make you
Or someone
Hurt the way i do.
Maybe I do love you
And maybe i should not
I know you just don't love anyone
But i'm sorrowful i could not
Make it
Into your heart
The same way
You made it into mine.
If you ever read this poem
I hope it makes you sad.
I would be glad
If you felt sad
Truly bad
For me.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
This is a mistake
A poem
A letter
I shouldn't write.
You’ll never see it
But I always will.
The feelings dissolve on my tongue
Like a bitter pill.
I am not in love with you
Not in the sense
That my heart shattered into shards
When you paid your pence.
I was aware
Of the fate to await
Yet I spoke my heart
To receive an empty plate.
The feeling was delayed
For a time a smidge too long, but
Then the dams broke,
And out came a flood.
If this were on paper
I’d slit my wrist
And drip the blood
If not for dramatics;
If only to make you
Or someone
Hurt the way i do.
Maybe I do love you
And maybe i should not
I know you just don't love anyone
But i'm sorrowful i could not
Make it
Into your heart
The same way
You made it into mine.
If you ever read this poem
I hope it makes you sad.
I would be glad
If you felt sad
Truly bad
For me.
Written on the date by the title. I have since figured out that I did not love her, I was simply bitter from being rejected since I have issues related to rejection. She has of course never seen this and I plan to keep it that way. It is a bit funny in hindsight.