All the people but you,
from the crowd of 10's and 20's
took a note of me.
But you.

You were deluded in your life too much,
Trying to make up with your current friends,
Trying to ask out your current crush,
Hoping to reignite your past loves,
Hoping to have a past you cant.

In those past, let me question you,
Do you see me?
Do I make up even the slightest of presence
in your divine heaven you probably dream of
almost daily?

I guessed it right...
You don't.

My virtue has trodden to an importance
of a mere wallflower.
You keep decorating your accent wall of your heart
with memories of your trip with others last weekend,
You would celebrate one year
to a memorable night on your Instagram stories;
While I flourish in a corner of the bottom
of your heart

I quench on the memories just like you.
I feed on the glory days of which
some we both shared once.
But my memories are a poison
I'm living on while yours are to reminisce.
My glory days are an addition
to my poisonous memories.
while your's are just a topic to
laugh on and pass during conversations.

You gulp down soft drinks,
While my throat constricts
with the tears threatening to overflow.
You laugh on pranks and run to
prevent being one of the joke,
While I run from my nightmares
and disasters in the urge to find a shelter.

I think I might have some from you.
But you are busy with your life to
notice me falling,
and failing right in front of you.

You are always looking out
to attain some news about
new crushes and relations,
gossips and secrets.

well here's mine out in the open for you -
(which you certainly are going to dismiss
as unworthy of your hunger)
I have loved you since we departed.
I have asked words to please me
for the lack of you.
I have poured all of myself
onto your steps to your throne.
Its you who have dismissed the
labors of this wallflower.

If you, by chance, ever come across
to these confessions,
I request only single thing-
Do what you deem of me.
Do what you deem of my words.
Do what you deem righteous.
Do what you feel for us.