I saw you yesterday,
standing with her,
smiling as if you were the happiest boy in the world.
I know you saw me,
and it hurts that you don't care about me the way I care about you,
and maybe you didn't even recognise me,
or maybe I was just a joke to you,
but that smile was the best thing I've ever seen.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poetrypoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...