I'm the poet, not the poem
Poets write the beauty on the page
Your face in mind, as if it's all i know.
I changed what i was for what you want me to be
I write silently that one day you'll notice me.
Not her, not him

Me.

I write and wait and pray to god,
That my decision isn't too late.

I'm the poet, not the poem
I express myself with words.
I can't sing you perfect chords
Or shoot you a casual smile.

I'm too shy to speak out loud.
I write my feeling to you through poetry.
I'm not pretty enough for you to just notice me.
You need to look and search for a reason to like me.

I'm not as pretty as the girl you like.
She's brown, I'm blue
She's fake, I'm true
She's not the poet.
She's the poem.

I force myself to like what you do.
You like rock, I like roll
God, your existence is taking a toll.

I'm sick of chasing, I'm sick waiting for your text.
I'm sick of making the first move.
I'm sick of waiting

If I was the poem, You'd read me like book,
get to know every cranny and nook
You'd read all my beauty and know me for that.
Another girl would be the poet.
She'd wish she was me

She'd wish she was blue, not brown
Wish she could make you smile, not frown
I'd write myself into this perfect poem

So she'd wish she was the poet

I gave the boy with the pretty frame-worthy eyes a pen the other day in class,

I switched the top of the black one I gave him to the blue that I used, and vice verse-a giving him a blue-black pen and me a black-blue one.

To him, in that moment,
I was just goofing off in class instead of listening to the teacher yap,

But to me, the pens and the colors meant something,
The day I made that blue-black pen, I was trying to make me and him,
The blue me, the black him, and together, us.
It was my heart,
And me giving him the blue-black pen was in a way, me giving him my love.

Maybe he missed the message in between the lines, or maybe he chose to by pass it,
Or maybe,
What I thought we had going on, was a delusion,
Maybe it was only one sided, and the connection was all in my head,

Perhaps I should’ve left the pens alone,
leaving my feelings unknown, and the lack of reciprocation would’ve hurt a little less,
But now my heart aches,
Especially whenever I see that cursed blue-black pen.

Maybe it a curse,
That unrequited is the only one to know me for who I am,
Maybe it’s a curse, that love and I aren’t meant to be friends
All the
Pretty guys with nice eyes always seem to overlook mine,
And I,
I always seem to stand to the side as,

My ghost on campus leaves with a goodbye that contrasts the simple hi

And the one with frame worth eyes, just lies

And what could’ve been no longer crosses my mind,

But the one from that Saturday night lingers around sometimes, but

Maybe it’s a curse or it’s a blessing in disguise,
That unrequited is a shield that guards me from the, pains and heart aches that the guys of this era creates

It has to be some sort of sick spell cast upon me like Maleficent did Sleeping Beauty,

But reject it as I may,
Maybe this curse is my saving grace
For As much heartache unrequited creates,
It saves me from the strongest hex called heartbreak.

I think,
unrequited is addicted to me.
I don’t know but it just happens to find me no matter where I hide,
It’s almost like it’s waiting for my smile to be a little to wide,
and my cheeks to turn a little too red to creep back into my life and turn things on its head,

I think its favorite pass time is to make my heart ache because just when I swear that I’m done, someone comes and so does unrequited right behind it,
I hate it,

It’s almost like it needs me to stay with it because it chases everything else away, it’s addicted,

But somewhere deep down, I think I need unrequited just as much as it needs me
I kind of hope it doesn’t leave me,
Not yet at least,
I’ve grown well acquainted with unrequited, and it’s strange because, even though I don’t want it, reject it, and run from it,
it’s always there waiting for me after my heart is done being too happy,

It’s almost like it’s home for me, no matter where I go it waits patiently for me.
I don’t think I’ll know what to do when it really leaves,
So now I wonder,
Am I just as addicted to unrequited as unrequited is addicted to me?

I thought if I made you smile, you would love me
But now I'm only falling for you more.
My heart aches whenever I think of you
Knowing your love belongs to someone, anyone else
And I convinced myself that maybe in some other world
You would've loved me too
We were only meant to be friends
That's the tragic thing I learned
Now I can only love you from a distance
Like the stars in the night's void
You made me smile every day
And in return I wiped your tears
When I fell you caught me in your arms
Even though I don't know if you actually cared
I just want you to live a happy life
And I would only take away from that
My mind bursts with millions of thoughts a day
So why are you so many of them?
Why did I want this?
I knew it could only end in sorrow.
You're great, but please, just stop.
Stop making me think only of you
Stop making me smile anytime you text
Stop making me fall for you
I am so glad we met
And that's all I can say

I'm sorry for bothering you,
Never meant to

I'm sorry for annoying you,
Didn't intend to

I'm sorry for angering you,
Never wanted to

I'm sorry for trying to..
Make you love me too.