I guess I made a mistake by acting impulsively. I scared myself with the shame of my misjudgment. It wasn't his fault, he just happened to get caught in the crossfire of my fluctuating feelings. The guilt I feel at unintentionally leading him on haunts me still, even though we're still friends and teammates. I messed up, and now I've deluded myself with thoughts of someone who will never reciprocate the all-encompassing love I feel for them. They will never speak to me, never hold me, never look at me. My love is real, but they are not. They hold my heart in their nonexistent hands, and I can feel the life draining from me each time I contemplate how hopelessly in love I am with a fictional character.
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~ Legend 🖤
Oct. 17, 2020
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Just some poems and stuff...
PoetryVenting frustrations and suppressed emotions in fancy phrases of wordplay. Expect alliteration, metaphors, and other intellectual words. All entries are mine unless stated otherwise.
