monday
was probably the best
and the worst
day of my life
you were walking by
too busy talking to her
to notice me
and as i watched you
you met my eyes
but left them soon after
and never looked back again
- you've done this before, haven't you?
YOU ARE READING
For All the Hopeless Romantics
PoetryFor all the girls who never got enough from the world so they looked in boys and in books until they realized words on paper were far more impressionistic than a boy could ever be.
