You looked at me from across the room.
I looked away.
Hoping that the book I was reading,
Would distract me enough,
To be able to blink back the tears brimming at the back of my eyes.
So, I closed them instead,
Trying not to think about your gaze on me.
But, you already seemed to know,
To strike at the exact moment I felt weak.
You walked over,
And gave me a pained look,
Took tufts of your hair in your hands
Then, cradled your head in them,
And said,"Why do I keep doing this to you."
I wondered,
How many times were you pretending,
That I missed?
YOU ARE READING
All For You.
Poetry*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
