My chest tightens
and I want to cry
but no I can't
not tonight.
We didn't even last 24 fucking hours.
Before you said you weren't ready for a relationship.
And then went back to hanging out with her.
Did you ever like me at all?
Or was it pity?
Do you still like her?
Are your lies building like a city?
Do I matter to you?
Do you care
That I'm to weak to smile right now?
You can see it.
You're bound too.
I just sat and didn't eat dinner with our friends,
and you didn't question me about not having any food.
I don't really matter to you, do I?
I like you.
So much.
I think I might love you, actually.
And being with you, even for that short time,
made me the happiest I've ever been.
I should have never thought that you would like me at all.
What was I thinking?
I'm worth nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
