im torned apart
apart from you
i knew you aint mine in the first place
but i still wanted you badly


snatching,
isnt the way i wanted to portrait it
its loving you instead


you may think im nt yr ideal girl
& i admit it
i may nt be a perfectionist
but you cant stop me from liking you.
cus i have my own world
a world of my fantasy
a fantasy of my dreams


i can only look at you from behind
though the feeling of being secretive isnt nice
all i can see is yr backview
a view of you walking,
walking further & further
further away from me


it felt as though
as though
thousands of daggers are being pierced into me
hurting me tym after tym
pain is no longer
no longer
a word which exists in my dictionary


crying,
isnt the way i wanted to portrait myself
its being hurt by you instead


im no longer one
im broken into two
im devastated
im crying within myself


no one heard me
no one cared
no one concern
no one to tok to
no one to turned to


im helpless
i jus want you
& no one else


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