you think i don't notice when you're talking about me?
you're wrong.
i feel it in my bones, in the deepest parts of me, like a chill has wormed its way into my body, and it's called rejection.
i feel it when i walk away and you whisper.
i feel it when you form a huddle, turning your backs to me.
i feel it when you say my name and pretend you didn't.
it's a dull, harsh ache that clogs up my throat and floods my eyes with treacherous tears.
you think i don't feel it? i do.
