Maybe One Day You Will, Maybe One Day You Won’t..

I didn’t realise until a few years ago how much I loved writing poems. All the poems I wrote at school and I never once considered it may have been a small small passion of mine. They never relate to anything, I’m not very good at projecting my actual feelings onto paper but it seems I like to mainly write about love or lack of. Enjoy x

Burning with desire, yet keeping it quiet – it’s the greatest punishment I could give myself.
I watch hopelessly, as you live your fullest life without a mere mention of my name.
I’m not invisible, I mean, I’ve clutched at your straws before, but all that is left is a wavering good bye and nothing more.

I wonder how I got here, I wonder if I’m crazy. All the sounds in my head should phase me, but they don’t. Your face is engrained into my memory like a USB, it’s there whenever I plug it in. I plug it in all the time.

Thoughts of you cloud my vision, for I don’t even know your smile. I don’t know your reasons for living yet I want to be all of them.

It’s almost as if this love is better than the real thing, for unrequited love has no end; it has endless potential.

I hate that I’m so desperate for a glimpse of you, although it has been this way for years. The most confused you will ever get is when you try to convince your heart of something your mind fears.

Maybe one day you will, or maybe one day you won’t. I’ll continue to watch you with all the strength my body knows and when you glance in my direction the punishment will grow.

Burning with desire, yet keeping it quiet – it’s the greatest punishment I could give myself.