about a boy. | poetry

of

you started

talking to me

again.

but,

you only did

when it was

needed.

i can see

the stares you give her,

the stares she gives you.

she doesn't

want you to talk

to me,

right?

because,

she thinks of me

as a threat,

even if

i have no

chance against her

position

in your

heart.