
11/12/20
The boy I love forgets to love me back.
I don’t know if this means
I am easy to forget.
I wonder what it would be like
To be loved to the point of breaking.
Do you ever want to
Cry with pure adoration
When you look at me?
The boy I love has the sweetest face,
And I thank the God I don’t believe in
For showing me grace and mercy exist.
It’s rare I’m left speechless,
But he leaves me breathless.
I love him so entirely
And it rages through me destructively
Until I wonder if love is supposed to maim.
The boy I love doesn’t remember his name.
It started with an A, M, J, R, C and N.
He doesn’t know
So I don’t know
His name
Is something like please because
He’s never been loved enough.
About the Creator
Emery Pine
I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable



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