How does it feel?
To know he’s not real?
The one you care for,
is nothing but thoughts,
whispers,
memories,
that you created?
How does it feel to love and not be loved?
To be attracted to but not attract?
To admire but not be admired?
You ‘love” his features,
but have you gotten close enough to see them all?
He barley knows you!
You interactions are small.
You like his smile,
but he doesn’t smile at you.
You laugh at his jokes,
but he wasn’t talking to you.
It’s like your seen by everybody else but him.
Invisible to the one person you want to turn and look at you with stormy eyes,
that hold only love for you.
You heart, he has vandalized.
The one you want to be true to,
and care for,
but he doesn’t know you.
You love is unclean!
You want him to hold you,
to love you unconditionally.
Yet he doesn’t seem to see,
what you try hard to be.
What will he say?
When he realizes,
you soot in the faces of everyone but him.
Because his stare paralyzes.
His opinion monopolizes.
His judgement penalises.
You’re too scared of rejection,
to show your affection.
YOU ARE READING
A Butterfly Effect
PoetryBeauty So fragile and striking A wordless wonder That softens the hardest hearts of men And steals the words out of the most loquacious women It gives you an image We ingrain into our memories Tatoo to our chests Imprint into our minds Beast Traipsi...
