When I look your way, it feels you pretend you didn't see.
When you tell your charming jokes, everyone laughs but me and you.
I poured my heart out. You didn't feel the same way.
I feel thats why I'm here, Isnt it?
So I can get the stupid thoughts out of my head, and put them on your screen.
But what's the point.
YOU ARE READING
Slices
PoetryPoetry, or whatever you would call my sick feelings. Glad my pain can entertain someone.