When I saw that reflection in your eyes— how you looked at me with that ridiculous smile you hide so well— in that moment, I knew.
I knew what had to happen. I wanted to deny it— pretend to have never caught on.
But I knew with a certainty that was undeniable. I knew so greatly what was to come. The inevitability of its harsh arrival wouldn't leave the front of my mind.
Slowly, it tore a hole. A hole so small, but in the most sensitive place. Like a digging claw inside my head, burrowing deeper as the time ticked by.
My very own deep, festering wound that gathered salt each time I looked at you.
And when you looked at me with that smile, that sickly smile you tried to hide so badly, I knew.
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Unprofessional Poems
PoetryJust poems that were written by a teenager who does really know what she's doing. Please read. I promise they're not terrible- just unprofessional, and sometimes kind of angsty.
