Inivisible

So I wrote this poem thing a couple of years ago after the greatest summer of my life. It was full of laughter, happiness, heartache and tears. There were bad times and there were good times, and I will always remember them. I used to look back on it and feel a pain in my heart, but after a while it went away, and I have learned that there will be hard times in life, but you can't run away from them. You can't hide from the heart breaks, you have to face them head on, that's when you learn about yourself, that's when you grow.

"Do you realize what you are to me? ...Everyone else will always be second best." -Roswell

Everyone has that one summer, the best summer of their lives. The summer they found love and laughter. The summer they found happiness. I found my summer. He made me laugh and cry. He made me want to scream and kiss him all at the same time. But most of all, he made me love him. It was one sided and hopeless, because he loved her. That hurt worse than loosing him in the end. And even more than that, she knew. And so did everyone else. Because I'm completely transparent, except to him. To him I'm just invisible.

"I love you more than bunnies."