Inconsolable

I duck my head, 

To avoid him catching me 

Looking at him.

The secret glances,

The occasional detour 

to cross ways with him,

My guilty pleasures.

The memory toxic,

the emotion crippling,

the rejection palpable,

Yet I felt a visceral tug 

towards him

A hopeless yearning,

a beautiful agony.

The heart craves what it can’t have. 

And mine was inconsolable.

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Published by Appy

A 19 yo moderate feminist. Cynical and sarcastic. I swing between being a realist and a dreamer.

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