i look down at first, then back up through my mascara-coated lashes to your beautiful brown eyes. words spill out of my mouth and i almost say too much, so i turn away from you.
"... so, yeah."
i stop speaking with an awkward closing and i won't look at you.
i exhale the breath i've been holding, popping my lips, holding back frustrated thoughts from escaping my mouth.
i hear your quiet voice from behind me, and i take a few deep breaths as i wait for you to leave. when i hear your footsteps echoing in the opposite direction, i turn and watch you leave. i run my fingers through my hair, gather my belongings, and walk the other way.
fuck.
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Puisia collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
