We were young,
when I first saw him.
He was like nothing I had seen before.
He was beautiful,
I was in love.

His hair hid his face
His shaded brown eyes hid
his pain.
His long sleeves hid his escape and
his smile though breathtaking
hid the truth.

I felt for him, want to reach OUT
and hug him.
To be there for him
unlike any other. Though I
knew I could not,
for the love I
knew I
loved.
Didn't know me
at all.

As time went on
I watched him, wanted him.
The boy that hid behind hair, smiles, and lies,
if only I had been brave
enough to tell when I could speak.

Even now
I still watch my love,
still feel for him.
As I float
through the walls.
Wishing
I had spoken
of my love, while being
Alive.

I get so tired,
staying here watching him live his life.
The one meant for him and I.
Forced
to see him finally happy with her,
not me.

I
was the one,
that loved him for so long.
The one that saw him when he was invisible
to the world. Now he is seen by
many. While I am the
One living in
The shadows.

He,
the thing that brought joy
in my life.
Is the thing that brings agony
within my death.
For a love unspoken,
is never broken.