You're leaving with your friends.
He's eating in his room, tidying for his friends.
I'm eating alone, I haven't talked for two days with my friends.
You ask me if you look okay.
I say yes.
He asks me to bring his food to him.
I say yes.
I sit alone at the table.
You ate earlier. You ate the most.
I gave him more food. He needs it more.
I sit alone at the table.
It's better you both eat well.
I don't mind.
I don't matter.
It's better this way.
You won't be as stressed.
He won't be as grumpy.
And I will sit alone as normal.
Am I forgiven yet?
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts and Other Things
PoetryJust a book of some of my thoughts, ideas for books I've had and just anything that comes to my mind. Please don't copy, if you get inspired from any of these I'd love to read your interpretations ^_^
