Is it me or do you constantly stare?
Even though you made it blatantly obvious that you don't care.
About me or my feelings or even about yours.
You made me believe loving me was more or less a chore.
You made me feel small and weak, which I am neither one.
And now you're gone, that's over and done.
As you can see, I've leveled up way beyond your reach.
So, sit back and stare cause,
you were a lesson and I'm ready to teach.

YOU ARE READING
Behind The Smile
PoésieMy sporadically written poems with no theme. I just jot down things that come to mind. If you like, let me know.