Kills me to know
that I may never earn from you
a smile that reaches your eyes when you see me,
a face that brightens up when you meet me.
Breaks me when everytime you see me,
you look over my shoulder,
awaiting someone else
Someone that's not me,
Someone I can't be.
And so every week passes
a little slower than the last,
Earning a groan everytime I realise
I have to see you again
And act like a friend.
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate you.
I just hate myself a little because of you.
'Cause everytime I see your lips stretching into a smile,
I'm reminded that it's not for me,
may not ever be
.
And as I step back, break the connection,
I realise you're someone I can't flee
Someone I can't cut off completely
Because you're someone that's me 🕳️
YOU ARE READING
Mind & Musing
PoetryWhat I love about poetry is how every reader makes sense of it differently, in a way that it's almost personal to them. Here's series of poems written by Me. But I'm hoping you find your story in them too. 🥀
