Wrote a poem
Childish laughter rings
As you joyfully say my name.
Say it again,say it repeatedly
After all,love's just a game,
A game that only fools play
And frankly,I'm one too.
But the thing that to you I can't say,
Is that I'm unable to stop falling in love with you and with everything single thing you do,with the way you move and how much of my feelings you confuse..
The things I've been doing to you for the past few weeks,weren't the same as others' intentions.
It was something more passionate,something more than affection.
So promise me that you won't leave,
Please stay with me...
I didn't want to be straight.
I was okay with being gay.
But it doesn't change being bi anyways..
These worries attack me everyday,
Having no escape from their wake.
I'm tired,and I'm depressed.
Slowly,for sure,I'll be useless to you,to everyone who've I've always left unimpressed.
I'll be nothing but just a waste of air,a particle that should just disappear.
Even the ones whom I held dear will rejoice in my absence.
I'll be forgotten.
But that's what I wanted.
Wouldn't that be nice?
I care,I do.About you.But,it seems.She's pulling at your heartstrings.She's sweet,unlike me.I'd fall for her too if I weren't falling for you.
It's a risk to get hurt,
To get broken,
To get used,
But we're all stupid,and that's what we still do
Love gives you your own fate.
It's sealed with a deal that you cannot appeal to change the rules of the game you're playing.
It'll end up corrupting you into an unrecognizable state,that even you can't decipher what you've made.
It's a date with the devil,that seeks your downfall in temptation of affection which leads to addiction of your attraction for your other fraction that you presume to be from your own deduction.
It's unpredictable,whether it'll be the experience or your mate.
But hey,
It's never too late,
Isn't it?
Take your time with developing,
Your interactions and relationship,
Don't do things with haste,
Let them take place,
By themselves,at their own pace.
It's better that way.
Or just let things stay the same.
As they say,
'There's always plenty of fish in the water' you still have plenty to gain,not everything will be slain nor will it rain if you feel it's a shame that that person was not by you,claimed.
Finished or unfinished?????????
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