My friends tell me that
They know what I'm thinking
They know what I'm feeling
They know what I'm crying for
Like I'm not allowed to do so.
My mom tells me that
She knows what I want
She knows what to do
She knows what situation I'm in
Like I can't move on my own.
Those who don't even know us tell me that
They know what happened
They know I'm worth more than this
They know I will find someone
Like they know the story better than us.
But they don't know about that New Year's eve
When we stayed up all night getting to know each other
They don't realize the love that you give
Every time and every day, not just when you mind to bother.
They weren't in my sweatshirt when I saw you
That I almost hugged you but never could
They weren't my neighbors when I held your hand
I didn't want to let go but we know we should.
They didn't read all the poems I've passionately bitten
By my fragile thin fingers that's damped with thoughts
They didn't see what the love letters have inside written
That knew what we personally fought.
They're not aware of the things I wrote behind the receipt
That I kept in my journal for a couple months
They never knew what we said to each other
The lowkey I love you's and a few rants.
My friends, my mom, those who don't really know us
They don't know how hard the things we fought and surpassed
They don't know why you suddenly let go and pushed me away
They don't know where you are and where I come crying
But I know one thing
I know that I miss you
And that I love you
And that you'll come back
Because we're meant for each other
And that they don't know.
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Sun and Moon
Non-FictionJust like the sun; she's glowing and shining. A bright red color that symbolizes passion and fierceness. Until she meets someone just like the moon; peaceful and subtle. He's understated and he's there. She's there.
