that day as your eyes wondered up and down the pages of the book, Greek mythology for that matter, Was the day i knew you were special and weren't

going anywhere. But little did i slip by, those wondering eyes, was searching for me too. I thought i was great at the quick glancing at you and seeing you out of a corner of my eye, without being caught. But you knew.

As we got older you faded away into a new school you call home, I found myself spilling words that i could not stop. Oh can't you see what you did to me? My words got over Oceans to across the seas, you soon heard my message from the ears of the so called friends. I did not know what i wanted to encounter in my moment of glory, but i wanted my words to ache and carve, so unforgetting that it turns into a memory. Just like you did to me. If only this was the end of a happy fairy tail.

But as the days grew shorter and time seemed to go flying by i almost forgot the so called boy. It happened on the day i caught your eye. My breath was ripped right out from under me. We looked the same but changed so much in ways no one could ever understand. My words, that came rushing back at me, the words i tried to hard to forget. I realized two things that day. I never got over you, i was secretly missing you but from afar. I blocked myself from everyone else to make sure i never feel that way to anyone. I did not know anyone could have this ability over someone. How lovely it looked in the glittering children books, or on the rusty old book shelf that was breaking down. I slowly started noticing how I was doing everything that you love to do. I hated the way that you made me feel I hated that I had no control over it I hate that I couldn't stop it I hated that you knew.

but you still played me, as if I was some kind of toy. you led me on to believing that something good come out of something horrible. something horrible called Love. Now thanks you, I would never know how would you like I'm going to a single day without thinking of you. I cannot blame you for everything, you didn't do this I did this to myself. If I could change the way I feel about you I would, I would trade it for anything. if only I could stop wanting to impress you.

The day i finally did get over you was the day you told me you didn't care about my feelings, and had always knew about my feeling towards you. you acted as if it was nothing. but how could i blame you? we weren't even friends. Slowly, but surely my heart picked back up the pieces you left and starting building something else, Something called Self love. i still pick up those Greek mythology books wanting myself to read them, still finding myself wanting to pick up the pencil and draw. But it wasn't for you, it was for me.

(JUST WRITITNG MY FEELINGS OUT, ALL OF THIS IS IN MY OPINION OR HOW I FEEL ABOUT SOMETHING.)