sometimes i wonder
if this life is the one
we weren't meant to live.

if this is the one
where everything went wrong;
the mismatched alternate universe.

sometimes i wonder
if the life made for us
is lost forever

What hurt the most
was that
you decided
I wasn't worth it anymore

the worst thing you ever did to me
was give me hope again,

only to take it back
when you were not bored anymore

its almost like we’ve been made to admire each other from a distance,
never actually courageous enough to approach one another.
we’ve never spoken, but i know you feel it too;
a connection.

today, i looked at you for the first time in what felt like a while,
and all i could think about is how good your lips would feel against mine.

i don’t know if we will actually end up together..
all i know is that i can’t stop daydreaming about you,
****, I’m even nightdreaming about you.
and in my dreams, i can call you mine
in my dreams, you are there to hold me in the dead of night,
when all of the shadows come creeping out.

let it come.
let it hit you as hard as it may.
let it sting; heartbreak always does...

then let it go;
you are stronger than this grief.

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She bore it till the simple veins
Traced azure on her hand—
Til pleading, round her quiet eyes
The purple Crayons stand.

Till Daffodils had come and gone
I cannot tell the sum,
And then she ceased to bear it—
And with the Saints sat down.

No more her patient figure
At twilight soft to meet—
No more her timid bonnet
Upon the village street—

But Crowns instead, and Courtiers—
And in the midst so fair,
Whose but her shy—immortal face
Of whom we’re whispering here?