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gothicc Jan 2014
When you rejected me is when I knew I was in love.
Or maybe, when I realized that I had been for a while.
I thought I was dying, but…
It was just you breaking my heart.
And since I’d never felt either before,
It felt like the slow painful ending I always knew I didn’t want.
I’m more than sad,
Because you hate me as much as I love you.
((That’s a lot.))
And one or the other will be the death of me.
My heart is crying
And so am I.
gothicc Jan 2014
Forbidden,
Outlawed.
Words hidden,
Not allowed.

A thought unspoken,
Is another tally.
Until countless;
Overflowing past secondary boundaries.

Break what has been built up
Over time.
Once released,
Pressure eased.
gothicc Jan 2014
Hey, I don’t know your name, but I see you in the hallway.
And when I see you smiling, it kind of makes my day.

You dress really nice,
Especially compared to the other guys.

I like your glasses and the way you do your hair.
You don’t have to talk to me if you've got someone-
Or maybe you don’t care…

Just know this took me a lot of guts, because I’m really shy.
I never really took a chance or ever really tried …

So now it’s up to you, I guess, as to what you want to do-
I understand if you think this is weird, I honestly can’t blame you.

It’s just, if I don’t put myself out there, I guess I’ll always wonder
About why I hadn't done a thing like this back when I was younger.
gothicc Jan 2014
I want to know your thoughts before they are,
But I’m afraid of what I’ll do to myself
And how much farther I’ll take it in my heart.

So I keep quiet, and love and adore from a distance.
And every time you do something that makes me want to draw near,
I take two steps back, giving my heart sickness.

Trying to keep a balance of a scale weighted by emotion
Until you are merely a shadow in the corners of my mind
And an old idea forced to be a foolish notion.

Yet time and time again I prove that to me you’re more than that.
I tire of putting this show on for myself,
Because when the curtain falls, with it drops the act.

The actress, she’s gone- all that’s left is me:
Raw, cracked, slightly faded.
But at least you've come back into my dreams.

— The End —