It's strange, I think -
He says that he looks forward to seeing me,
And then
He looks at his phone, watches the television,
Whilst eating the food that I made.
I wonder
If he likes to see me at all;
If he is not just enamoured
With the prospect of not being alone,
Whoever he may be with.
Perhaps I am
Just more patient than most others -
Maybe I tolerate more than most girls,
And listen more than most boys.
Perhaps I am not
The best at telling him 'no',
Not the best at telling him what I want,
But I am also not the best at being pretty,
The most confident, the most friendly -
I am not the best at anything,
And thus I feel I must do what I can
To keep him.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
