Melancholy with a side of Misery (#Wattys2016)

33.Maybe even hurt

A deep blue sky,

the colour of his eyes.

The wind is cold,

as cold as her heart.

I never understood,

how life brought them together.

No.

I'm not jealous.

I'm just confused.

And maybe even hurt.

I often think,

why certain things happen

only to me.

They smile so brightly.

Lighting up the room.

I stand starring at them,

like a deer infront of headlights.

I don't know how to feel.

I've lost my understanding in what is truly

real.