I saw her today.
She was walking with him, smiling, her hand in his.
I hope she knows how lucky her hand is.
I would know her again:
I recall, she was pretty, intelligent
and talented at a glance. They match.
I will try, then, to match, too.
It will pull me away from self-pity,
the damp gunpowder of motivation,
to the firecracked inspiration my body so desperately craves.
I will live and learn through love
and wallow in dreams only when dreams are certain.
I will not waste my soul on wishing,
my every energy on desperate selfishness.
For him I will conquer myself
so that, although he will never be for me,
I will be there, waiting for him:
pretty, intelligent and talented at a glance.
I will be myself; precisely what he wants,
what we both need. For him
I will win the only battle I have never fought.
Author notes
This guy I like is going out with someone already and really works well with her and really likes her. I am nothing like her but I like him so much I am trying to pull myself out of depression for him and be happier. So at least It's having a positive effect on me 
Kinda...
A contest entry
- Love by hyper thing.
400 points, ended March 19, 16 entries
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Comments
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it is real good
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it's really cute in that very depressing kinda way
there's alot of emotion, which i think is good
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