Laughing at believing your words
Your poetry is good!
But you played me.
Weeks have past
Yet not a word regarding
My only outlet for emotions,
Not a single question or comment
On what happened to my poetry.
I smile bitterly
Because you did play me a fool.
I should have noticed
The same remarks you've made
For all 60 pieces
Not a single different word
Not a single different tone.
I kept pushing
Hoping for a small change in dialect
But the robotic voice came again
Again
Again
Again
So I stopped.
Knowing you don't care,
Not a single ounce of curiosity
On how I've been writing.
I'm a black canvas to you
Because I won't open up again
To the side I've always kept hidden.
YOU ARE READING
The Unexpected
PuisiA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
