You accidentally looked at me
as you run your eyes
along the crowd.
You didn't mean to, I know,
but it means so much
to me and I hate myself for that.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
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You accidentally looked at me
as you run your eyes
along the crowd.
You didn't mean to, I know,
but it means so much
to me and I hate myself for that.
