you changed

By Rini -

This one is a story. This poem is told by a boy to a girl who once called him her crush and eventually moved on. But he didn’t (or couldn't). 


You told me you liked me
But why don’t you look at me
I can see you smile at him
While you should be smiling at me.
 
I started having feelings for you
Right from the day you said ‘I like you’
But now everything seems like a lie to me
It isn’t fair. I hate to even say it.
 
Why didn’t you wait for me?
You didn’t had to move so quickly
But now I’m a hopeless romantic
Who is gonna understand me?
 
In this world where everyone gets what they want
Why am I the unlucky one of all?
 
I thought I gave you all the signs
But now I’m your past
While he is your present
I can’t bear this.
 
How could you be so fast in this?
I’m an amateur so please help me.
 
I feel so sad and bad
Now I get why you were sad
Back when I ignored you
And now I’m a victim too.
 
Though I feel bad right now
 It’s no use cuz you moved on
I’m happy you’re happy
But still you aren’t with me
 
I feel so childish
I thought we were meant to be
You used to look so happy
When you used to liked me.
 
I feel like I’m the bad guy
Not liking you when you did
And now I expect you to stay the same
While I changed.
 
I got a lot to say
And a lot to do.
If we would be together
We can do them too.
 
But that seems like a far thought
It isn’t possible but
I’m trying to be positive
Just help me with it.
 
I still need you.
I can’t see you
With someone else.
I know I’m selfish.
 
I liked it the way it was before
I can’t change it
And can’t bear it anymore
 
Maybe it’s for the best
I can assure you’re happy
Only then can I finally move on
But I’m still here if you need me.
 
 
The End.

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