You were the one they all loved,
I was the one nobody cared about.
It was obvious-
you never noticed me either
I wasn't very conspicuous, with myΒ
dull, unfashionable clothing,
sullen eyes, sinking deep into their sockets,
feather-like dark black hair.
I hated you, your confident stride,
your walnut gaze;
those gorgeous, dark-chocolate hair.
sometimes I couldn't help but wonder about how
your waist would fit perfectly into my left palm;
every curve, fitting into one of my own
like pieces of puzzles slipped between one another.
how your lips would feel, dancing over mine-
your peachy, gloss-tinted, lipsΒ
crashed against my own chappy, and colourless ones.
I didn't hate you exactly,
I purposely labelled myΒ
feelings for you, as hate;
watching as you walked right past me,Β
glancing at me, maybe for the first time in years.
I know that
you'd never want me the way I do
but I've learnt to live with it,
it isn't something very new.
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