I’m not the one that gets to hold you.

I’m not the one to get to call you each night.

To tell you I love being with you.

To tell you I miss you already.

No, I’m not the one.

I’m not the one able to write you love letters.

I’m not the one able to kiss you good night.

To cheer you up if you feel sad.

To wipe your tears if you cry.

No, I’m not the one.

I’m not the one that gets to hold your hand.

I’m not the one that gets to be by your side.

To be the shoulder you can lean on.

To be the spirit you lift with those eyes.

No, I’m not the one.

And it hurts.

About the Author Mr. Boza

The summer of 2019 was when I decided to no longer go through life holding my feelings, my thoughts, and my emotions contained within. I needed a change in life and since I made that decision, life has been so much more liberating. Nowadays my writing helps me express myself in a way that allows me to feel whatever it is that I'm thinking or feeling or even yearning for, pour out and not consume me from within. My work is simple to read, simple to understand, and hopefully is the type of writing that makes someone smile when they read it. Enjoy.

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