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[tragic.beauty]

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I’m sitting here reading
Right next to you.
I’m completely silent,
But I’m screaming inside,
Ready to burst.
I go to flip my page,
But instead of anticipating the next event in the plot,
I’m stealing glances at you.
I’m drowning in this silence,
But I can’t say anything.
This self-doubt is suffocating.

I can’t tell you
That each time I look
Into your soft brown eyes
Like warm hot cocoa
I feel safest.
I can’t let it slip out
That every smile you give me
Makes my stomach drop,
Unnerving me to the point of speechlessness.
I can’t divulge
That each time I brush
A shaggy lock of black hair off your forehead,
Your adorable freckles scattered everywhere
Make me smile inside.

What are the first words
You think of when it comes to me?
Platonic, fun, sister—
I feel like we’re stuck in neutral.

Maybe I’ll tell you,
If I can find a resolve I didn’t know I had.
My self-doubt seems to be erased,
But just as I open my mouth,
Ready to free myself from this agony,
The words die on my lips.
She’s over here now,
With he arm slung possessively over your shoulder
While she sits on your lap.
Why wouldn’t you love her?
She’s stunning—
Long, flowing, electric-blond hair
Cascading down her back,
Shockingly blue eyes,
And a tiny waist
That every girl would die for.

Now I sit back,
Watching her giggle and flirt with you
(I wish I could flip my hair like that)
careful to keep my face a mask
while making pleasant and overly polite conversation.
I keep it hidden
Still, it hurts,
But I’ll tell you sometime
(at least I’ll tell myself that).
For now, I sit
Ready to burst
And stinging with the ache
Induced only by unrequited love.

[xforestxwaitsx]

Bravo! I love it. Keep writing. Genuine emotion makes for the best stuff.

[apoemtothedead]

Get over yourself and think of a damn title.