A Poem for the Guy I Like

  

Hey! Merry Christmas!

 We never really know each other. I don’t know your name, you don’t even know mine. Yet, most of the time I think about you.

The first time I saw you, I was mesmerize. Suddenly hoping that you would sit beside my chair. Its crazy coz I kept on recalling the structure of your face until I memorized it. Your brown eyes, red lips and your messy yet sexy hair.

How I wish we would know each other. How I wish we could become friends. How I wish we could be group mates at least. A wish that I doubt be granted.

So here's a poem for you.

Dear John

  

Dear John

              I am reminiscing to those days when I was madly and deeply in love with you. I was young and naive with the concept of love when you introduced it to me, but I gladly greeted it with a hello.

la douleur exquise

la douleur exquise 

( the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable)

How I ended things that haven’t even started.

We’ve heard of this story before. How you stupidly fell for a guy who you thought liked you. How he made you believed in the possibility of the word “US” even though you knew that it would just end in a painful way but you held on anyway. Hoping that someday, that very little chance of “US” would defy the impossibility behind it. But the thing is, it didn’t. You can name a lot of reasons why but mainly, maybe because that thing you had with him was just pure innocent fun (his view).