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Oh God, I am so in love with you. I am wrapped around your perfect little finger. I love everything about you, even though you break my heart every single day. This poem isn’t filled with metaphors or romanticized ideas. It’s really not even a poem. I’ve stopped seeing things through rose colored glasses. I can see that you don’t love me. I often think about how I would die for you. Why do you say that you love me? You don’t. You don’t love me. I know you don’t love me. I can see you holding his hand. I see you avoiding me to be with him. You call him your prince, and I am your “best friend.” Sure. That’s not true either. I love you with every fiber of my being. I love you. I am so in love with you. I would die for you. Do you even like me? No, of course you don’t. Who am I kidding? Your prince, who was once my friend, is now my mortal enemy. You did that. We could’ve been happy. He’s just better for you, I guess. Maybe you just like the concept of dating me because I’m a girl. Who knows?
Oh God. I probably sound crazy. I hope I don’t sound crazy. Anyways, you’ll never see this, I hope. I love you oh so much. You’ll never get it. So, please stop lying to me.
—  Unrequited Love by @rosywriting
You will never ever experience this moment again. Never will you breathe these exact air molecules again. Never will you get to see her for the first time again. There are no second first chances or second second chances. Take every moment in. Spend time each day to reflect and think about all the great things you are feeling, tasting, hearing. Try to remember it all.
—  It All Goes By Too Fast by Cecilia (@rosywriting)