A Jest of Feeling (Feb. 7, 2023)
My eyes glance with sparkles, yet so unnoticeable. My heart pounds so hard, yet nothing feels different. Perhaps, with a sliver of affection, will it change? Or just become a jest of feeling? Who knows, but it certainly is both important and unnecessary.
Given the amount of time spent, my perception of you is still nothing but a silhouette like the rest. But somehow, no matter how much I take a liking to you, you never shine like the glistening sun. I am scared of what will be lost, for it would become my realization that nothing lasts.
Regardless, even if I persist to like you, there will always be a day I won't. So if you want to do something about it, then do something that won't make me look like a fool.
That's why, if you find that I like you, don't come forward to just say "I am not interested." because I will only be crushed, and at least attempt on giving me time.
So, please, don't hurt my feelings just because I don't look like your ideal one. I'm just human like you, and standards are simply a code to fit the imaginary hole.
But it certainly is strange that I like you, yet I can't even feel romance into my heart. Maybe I'm broken beyond repair? Or maybe I just wanted your attention and love to feel so fixed?
© Vyrene
Given the amount of time spent, my perception of you is still nothing but a silhouette like the rest. But somehow, no matter how much I take a liking to you, you never shine like the glistening sun. I am scared of what will be lost, for it would become my realization that nothing lasts.
Regardless, even if I persist to like you, there will always be a day I won't. So if you want to do something about it, then do something that won't make me look like a fool.
That's why, if you find that I like you, don't come forward to just say "I am not interested." because I will only be crushed, and at least attempt on giving me time.
So, please, don't hurt my feelings just because I don't look like your ideal one. I'm just human like you, and standards are simply a code to fit the imaginary hole.
But it certainly is strange that I like you, yet I can't even feel romance into my heart. Maybe I'm broken beyond repair? Or maybe I just wanted your attention and love to feel so fixed?
© Vyrene