alexandria belle cabilida
Obsessions - Poem by alexandria belle cabilida
Love is such a crazy thing.You'll get jealous even if you're are not meant to be...Not all maybe, but i'm sure it's true to me.
I met this guy not so long ago. Everything was fine. He was so funny; he was making me laugh. He was so natural that's why I liked him. It was nothing to me then. I JUST LIKED HIM AS A FRIEND.That's it! But that was before!
Well, I'm not really sure if it is something constant. It is too early to conclude. The sure thing is, he is special to me now. I learned to love the world because he is in it. I learned to love my existence since he is already part of it. I learned to be quite when i'm with my people. Thinking of him, made me realize something. Having him into my mind, made me feel happy and contented.
However, change is constant as it is, that made me suffer. I learned to hate OUR world. He liked somebody else. The greater it's transparency, the greater the agony it affected me. I realized that the more i showed interest on him, the more he ignored me.
I hate losing... Losing my chances of knowing him. Losing my chances of seeing him smile at me again. Losing my chances of showing him the real me. I hate to think that he will not look at me again.., like the way he used to.
i don't want to stress my anguish to that SOMEBODY ELSE. It's nobody's fault.He had seen what his eyes looking for.What can complete his desires.What can fulfill his curiousity. Unfortunately, it's NOT WITH ME.
Yes, I fell inlove easily. I'm not hard to please. Every little thing CAN mean alot to me. Every little thing can tear me apart................... Those quick glances. Those short conversations. Those simple pick-up lines. Those useless paper that was scribbled by your hand. Those crazy tricks that twisted my mind. Those echoing laughter that was heard from you. These simple, little, crazy things tattoed a smile in my mind.
I may be EXAGGERATING it. I don't bother! THE HELL I CARE! It's NOT you, It's ME, and this is how I want it to be.
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