6 Nov 2014
I feel so pressured to look like I don't care. I tried talking to you in a laid-back tone like I used to. Our conversation lasted only a moment before I lost my nerve. I don't like you anymore I'm just trying to save my self from accumulating more enemies than need be. I think there may be something still between us. Not in a romantic way just we in some strange obscure way we were close. I need to stop lying to myself. Everytime something of significant importance happens in class our eyes drift to eachother to see eachothers reactions. As much as we hate the thought of eachother and what we have done. Don't ever deny that you do still care. When I walked past your table I felt a rush of adrenaline; my breathing hitched I sucked in my stomach and I felt your eyes on me. Nonchalantly I kept walking. Music in my left ear pushing me through this impossible bittersweet moment of total realisation. For almost two moments I felt as though you regretted something; that you missed me. But I don't even miss you.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
