Your eyes were wet
Your eyes were red
You kept sniffing
You kept covering up your mouth
You greeted me
You asked how I was
You couldn't wait for an answer
You couldn't wait to get out of there
I wanted you to stay
I wanted you next to me
I grabbed your hand
I didn't want you to leave
I watched you turn your back
I watched you walk away
I thought you were disgusted with me
I thought you hated me
She said you were going to cry
She said you just didn't want me to see
That's why you only visited your daughter
Once
For two fucking minutes
After she tried to kill herself.
That fucking hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
