he stands in front of me,the same boy i have been seeing every day from the last 10 years.I have learned to distaste him.
"What do you want from me?" i manage in the hoarsest voice i can muster.
his eyes dart to mine when he mumbles
"you".
'oh' is all my tongue remembers
YOU ARE READING
after i gave up
Poetrysomebody out there is writing about you and you lo! are reading it without realising tragic.
