is it just an Illusion the way I love you?
Thoughts on the empty space left by love. Distance.
In the younger years I was a mother of denial.....
For today's story challenge.
Our story takes place in the early 1990's when landline phones were still a rather dominant form of technology. Β©2020 Michael R.
This time it's about Jack, and he's not carefree. If you haven't read it yet, be sure to check out Carefree part one! It'll make much more sense that way :)
this was what made me want him..crave him...like never before...
Unrequited love hurts the most, this poem is about loving someone who will never love you back. I hope you enjoy it
The lump in my throat that I feel when I see you with her, the tears I shed everytime I see you smile and knowing I'm not the reason for it, no one prepared me for that, no one taught me how to cope ...
A boy I thought loved me loved another, yet I kept hoping he'd love me anyway
This poem is inspired by @await_alive 's prompt. I shared part of my poem in their comment section but I wanted to share my full version here so I hope you enjoy :)
When you love your best friend, it hurts more than you realise.
You saw all of it. Your glistening eyes were wide as you looked on, taking it in
Thoughts on the empty space left by love. Distance.
In the younger years I was a mother of denial.....
For today's story challenge.
Our story takes place in the early 1990's when landline phones were still a rather dominant form of technology. Β©2020 Michael R.
This time it's about Jack, and he's not carefree. If you haven't read it yet, be sure to check out Carefree part one! It'll make much more sense that way :)
this was what made me want him..crave him...like never before...
Unrequited love hurts the most, this poem is about loving someone who will never love you back. I hope you enjoy it
The lump in my throat that I feel when I see you with her, the tears I shed everytime I see you smile and knowing I'm not the reason for it, no one prepared me for that, no one taught me how to cope ...
A boy I thought loved me loved another, yet I kept hoping he'd love me anyway
This poem is inspired by @await_alive 's prompt. I shared part of my poem in their comment section but I wanted to share my full version here so I hope you enjoy :)
When you love your best friend, it hurts more than you realise.
You saw all of it. Your glistening eyes were wide as you looked on, taking it in