in progress

She hates him,
the way he makes her feel,
the way he knows her,
the ways he can make her smile.
She wishes she didn't think of him,
of how his arms felt around her,
how he smelled when he was close to her,
how her heart fluttered everytime he whispered her name.
She knows she shouldn't want him,
and still she waits for him.
She runs to him and holds him,
buries her head in his shoulder and cries,
even as they love eachother they aren't meant to be
She had tried to be the one and be what he needed