When I close my eyes
Images of you
Are seared inside my
Eyelids. You're laughing
And looking at me
When you think I don't
See you. You're looking
At me like you love me.
Why does that have to be a lie
Why don't you love me
You used to love me
When did you stop
YOU ARE READING
Summer '17
Poetry"Reality denied comes back to haunt" -Madeline Roux • I keep trying to write about my life and I always try to start at the beginning. It doesn't ever work, I never make it to where I am now in life. So now, I will start writing from here. Just me...
