Your Love
I felt like this a while ago. This person doesn�t know who they are. I�m keeping it that way mainly because I don�t exactly feel like this anymore. I wrote it probably close to the beggining of last year
No one to talk to. No one who cares. Who could possibly understand even if I told them? A deep void of thoughts. I love you. But I can�t tell you. Because it�s not as if you love me. You don�t know who you love. I know that you love her. I am only your friend. She is more beautiful than me anyway. I know I�m not ugly. I�m just not pretty. How could I ever compete against her? How could I ever compete against anyone? Am I ugly? Maybe I am. Its not like anyone ever loved me. I can�t share any of this with you. What if I ruined our friendship? That would be worse than us not being together. Keeping my feelings to myself. It hurts. But I keep my pain my own. I can�t burden anyone with my problems. I don�t want anyone to care. And I don�t want their sympathy. All I want is to be left alone.
© Kristel. S 2003
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