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My hand reaches out to you, but from the way you look it me I can feel the hopelessness even as my arm is still extended. I feel you beside my, your presence resonates within my whenever you are near, the slightest acknowledgement of my existance sends a bright shot of warmth through my heart, and yet you feel nothing when faced with me. My heart is having a one-sided conversation with my head, and logic is winning by a mile; You are beautiful, and I am a fool for thinking I could have you. I reek of self-doubt while you smell of roses, I carry myself like a beggar and you like a queen without a throne. I am broken and strange, and maybe this we have in common, but still I feel a difference even there. I cannot stand the outcome that slowly approaches us, becuase sooner or later, you'll know just how I feel, and then I will lose you.

Sigh...another sad poem about my teenaged love life. You know what's worse than writing it? Knowing that if she saw these, she'd think I was a freak >_<