First poem ever. Please enjoy courtesy of Phila aka Trigger

I’m in love with you… there I said it. Go ahead, tell me you don’t feel the same way. Like all the others who tell me, time and time again that we’re better off as friends. Tell me how you don’t want to lose a person as amazing as me. Or better yet I’ll be you and you be me so you can be in my shoes when you say it’s not you it’s me. You can’t love me the way I love you.

I struggled for months to tell you this. I’ve bent over backwards to try and make you see this. Maybe I’m better off not knowing you or going through this. Maybe you did me a favour by not saying yes and putting me through this. Maybe I should see this from the perspective of your scars and not force you to do this. Maybe I should count myself lucky that someone on this earth actually loves me like this. Maybe I Can’t Love you the way you love me.

I feel so angry at this moment but who am I mad at? I feel stupid to have thought of things I thought be unthinkable. To think these feels could’ve been avoidable. To think you felt sadness for thinking that you hurt me. The regret I felt for thinking someone can love me. While deep down I didn’t have that kind of love in me. Maybe I Can’t Love myself the way you love me.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton