It's not fair
The way your hair makes my heart skip a beat
It's cruel of you
The way you laugh and tease and talk to her while
I watch, face contorted in agony.
It's awful to feel everything in me crash and burn
When I let myself over-think
What's worse is I've possibly seen your name on her phone.
You're close to her which makes me feel
Like the outsider.
You're perfect, and she's perfect and
I'm far from it.
I should let it go. Let you go.
But I'm far from that.
We make eye contact or the bus is full so you have no choice but to sit next to me
And with that you let me believe.
YOU ARE READING
broken, bitter unsaid things
PoetryA collection of my poetry about things in my life that are not very frequently talked about. Let me know if reading these poems makes you want me to write a book using fictional characters but have the same plot as my life.
