I can't focus.
And it's all your fault.
I should be concentrating on more important things,
But then your face swims into my daydreams
And your smile and your laugh pull at my heart strings
Leaving me shattered.
I miss you.
It's just that simple.
So then why do I feel so angry?
I feel like somehow you're working against me.
I feel deprived of you and it's made me a weakling,
Crying on the bathroom floor.
I love you.
I don't know how to live without you.
I guess that's why I find my face in a pillow,
Or I'm staring wistfully out the dirty window,
Imagining home and sitting pale as a ghost,
But you'd never know.
I get really sad without you.
But I would never tell you that.
You're too busy living your life to worry about me.
It's ok.
I'll pretend to understand.
YOU ARE READING
Unveiled: You Don't Know Me
PoetryThis is my poem book of anger and other things that I don't normally share with others. This is not a side I usually show, but I need to get it out somehow, so I'm sharing it through poetry. ***WARNING: These writings contain strong language and ma...
