Her

She's someone I want badly.

I love to look at her.

She's amazing and wonderful.

Yet, I don't tell her any of this.

Because I am asshole and confused about feelings.

I've been hurt before. I don't want it to repeat.

She probably doesn't feel the same, but that's okay.

At least I got all my feeligs out. Even though

I showed her my feelings on a piece of paper, it's not enough.

I want to hold her hand.

Shield her from the world. I don't wanything to harm her.

I just ant to touch her to make sure she still alive. She is

so important to me that I have to know where she is  so I can relax.

But now I'm barely talking to her because I want her to think about what I wrote.

But it feels like I am pushing her away.

If that's the case them I'm going to be hurt either way.

I'm just a douche who is scared of loving again.

She's different. She's smart and independent.

She knows what she is doing.

I owe her dozens of apologies.

I'm scared of her reactions. She already started

not looking at me. She doesn't say anything to me

when I'm around. I shouldn't say love her. I shouldn't

be afraid of talking to this girl. I shouldn't

even be writing this. This is a mistake.

My decisions and needs are mistakes.

I should let her go. But when?

Is it even possible? Should I

risk it? Or leave it? I

hate it when she pretends that I don't exist.

It's happening again........

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about a man who loves this women to death, but knows there is no possibility to be with her. Soometimes she acts like she can see and tell him anything but when they go back home, they're strangers. A love that can not be satisfied.

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