i have a feeling
that you don't like me.
you think i'm annoying.
talking with me is becoming awkward.
it's hard for us to connect because
i keep closing myself off.
to you,
i'm that girl
you'd only go to
when every other one is
unavailable.
i'm your
last resort.
and it hurts me,
slow torture to the heart,
to know that.
YOU ARE READING
to you
Poésieto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
