May 16, 2011
When I look at you,
You look at her.

When I speak to you,
You speak of her.

When I think of you,
You think of her.

I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of her.

She’s your every thought,
Your every breath.

What am I,
A stupid pest?

I get it,
It’s fine.

I’ll ignore you completely,
And miss you secretly.

You won’t care,
I know it’s true.

But I’ll keep hoping,
Hoping for you.

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Anagam said...
Jun. 16, 2011 at 12:53 pm


very good :)

Poet123 replied...
Jun. 16, 2011 at 1:23 pm
Thank you so much! 
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