You avoid my eyes,
My calls,
And my cries for help,
Walk past like I don't exist,
Every time I try to say hello,
I start to choke,
And you walk away,
Never seen again until next week,
As time flows by,
You slip from my grasp,
Try not to get hurt again,
I wanted this to last,
But nevermind,
My time is up,
And now I must face,
Who I was born to love.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.