It's not fair that you hold me as if you're guarding your whole world.
It's not fair that you touch me with such tenderness that I lose myself in you.
It's not fair that you look at me with those unsaid words.
It's unfair of you to love me just how I deserve to be loved.
I often allow myself to think of what it would be like if we were more.
More than just friends who hold their breath at the sheer touch of the other.
More than just friends who hold each other's gaze from across the room.
More than just friends who get jealous at the sight of the other with someone who's not them.
More than just friends who have feelings but are both scared to make a move.
We both feel it, but we're both scared, and we both end up wondering if it's just in our heads.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
