I know it's selfish, conceited and crazy. To feel as though you have fallen in love with someone you barely know. I’m not sure if it is love, but I hope it is. The first time I saw you, I was caught. Caught in a spell I can’t seem to escape. The harder I try the harder I fall. Now I'm not sure I want to escape anymore. How crazy does it sound to write about how you love someone, you just met. I know it is crazy, I don’t know a whole lot about you, and you I. I’m ok with that, as long as I get to see you, be around you and hear you. Your voice is that of an angel, I melt when I hear it. Your smile is the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, and the lines underneath, when you smile kill me. Selfishness comes into play, because I know you will never like me, so I will never tell you. I know you will be better for someone better. Conceited as I take everything as flirting, and have to knock myself down, for I remember, I am just loved out of pity. Crazy because I do not care for anything else. I want the chance to be around you, get to know you. Want to hear your voice and see your smile everyday. I want to feel your scars and hear your secrets. I want you to know me as well. I want you to crave my soul as I do yours. I know this will never happen so I will keep my mouth shut, and let this secret keep killing me slowly. Hopefully if I stay strong the flame of my love will burn out, and I can be free from the spell of this so-called love.
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Kristina Brule
I have loved writing since I can remember. I used to write songs and poems all the time growing up. I have two poetry books and one fiction book published. Every little thing I write has pecies inside of me that show who I am
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