I see him everyday:
I barely look up
And I find him staring
Looking straight into me.
I wonder,
Is something wrong?
Is my hair a mess?
Why is he looking at me?
He leaves me uncomfortable.
...All night.
And I want nothing more
Than to go home to my twin-sized bed
And tuck myself under
Gray sheets
And never come out.
Sometimes your heart gets crushed
Stomped into a thousand pieces
And I won't lie to you.
It sucks.
But I've gotta keep on going,
And so do you.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poesía"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
