❥ Relentless

The feeling of being yours, yet being unable to call you mine.

I get it now. From the start it’s like you’ve made up your mind. That you didn’t want anything to do with me.

Maybe I knew this feeling would come, and try to rip more out of whatever is left of my heart, which you had left in pieces. You knew, too, that I never stood a chance.

So why didn’t I regret a thing?

For once, love didn’t feel like a mistake. Not with you. I’m one of those people who thought they were better off not having met the ones who nearly broke them, but if I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t be who I am now.

Do you know of this feeling? I bet not. You never seemed to like poetry, so you probably won’t understand the sadness that has begun to swallow me whole, ever since I tried to explain what it is about you that I find lovable enough to hold on to you desperately, and keep you from slipping away.

So I would tell you instead: I love you. Not because I want you to love me, too, but because you made me realize that my heart is still capable of loving someone.


❥ Heart Eyes

Just the mere thought of you is enough to make me feel alive.

I felt a sigh of relief when, arriving at school, the first thing my eyes chanced upon was


You were smiling, something I haven’t seen for a while. Instantly a smile, too, had curled on my lips, and it got wider when you looked in my direction. For some reason, the urge to hide and quickly disappear from your sight (so I could stare at you however long I want) was not here today; instead, I thought about how long it has been since I last saw you like that, and I can’t help but stare back and not mind, for once, the fact that you can see me.