Pretending to read,
I follow the spaces,
between the lines.
My mind's view,
is on her superficial self.
Please stop it.
"Let go." He said.
He pulled away, but you held on.
I should be the one holding his hand, and not you.
For that is my hand to hold, not yours.
YOU ARE READING
Byproducts of Thoughts Concerning You
PoesieA collection of short poems, painting the pictures of you, who will never love me back.
