To him

I love you, and I hope you know.
I love you, and it’s hurting me.
I love you and it’s killing me.
But the funny thing is,
I don’t mind.

I miss you but I know I shouldn’t.
I miss you even though,
you don’t know me.
I love and miss you
that it suffocates me.

As I am writing this,
I am trying my best to hold my breath.
So no one would hear my weeps.

After writing this,
I’ll look myself in the mirror,
with tears in my eyes.
Asking myself,
why am I like this.
Then I’ll wipe away my tears,
and tell myself to stop,
but the tears won’t just stop.
So I’ll just look in the mirror
and cry until I can cry no more.


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