I don't know if it's
the way you look at me,
like I'm nothing to you
and never was anything more to you
than a speck of dirt
wedged between the soles of your
favorite shoes.
I don't know if it's
the way you ignore me when I call you
just to ask how you've been doing.
I don't know if it's
how you avoid my eyes at school
when I always try so fucking hard
to act like there was never anything that special between us, even though there was.
I don't know what it is,
but you've changed since you broke me
but I'm still chasing after you,
begging for that one chance at friendship;
but I just feel so alone.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
Poetryi love writing poetry but i hate figuring out titles so disregard them because they're poorly planned out but the poems are good i hope
