it's not like i feel nothing
i feel a plenty of things
i feel the pain of the girl on the bus hysterically crying because the boy she loved didn't love her
i feel the pain of my mother when our family treats her more like a guest than a member
i feel the laughter of my sister when we're out to eat and she can't control her bubbly giggles
i feel the kindness of the boy in the back of class who smiles at everyone, because he thinks it might turn someone's day around
but i can't feel for the cute boy in the halls whom i've been staring at all year
nor can i feel for the boy who just confessed his feelings for me
i feel nothing
and i feel everything
all at the same time
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The Heart And The Mind
Poesía《 my secret is that I long to be loved 》 ▪a collection of original poems ▪