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I don't know why I bother thinking of someone who doesn't even think of me. I remind myself of this at night, when I think about how it would feel for him to text me something dumb, like a good night text, or some stupid existential question when he's high. I remind myself of this when my phone stays silent throughout the night. I remind myself of this in the day, when someone says something stupid in class and he laughs so hard that he goes red-faced, and smiles so hard that it touches his eyes. I remind myself of this when he mentions his girl in casual conversation, and how he looks happy when he says it. I remind myself to look unphased. I remind myself to carry on. I remind myself that there will be no good night texts, or existential ramblings. I remind myself that I shouldn't look at him when the whole class laughs. I remind myself that he's happy with her. I remind myself that I was never seen.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
The Taste of Blood
I don't know why I bother thinking of someone who doesn't even think of me. I remind myself of this at night, when I think about how it would feel for him to text me something dumb, like a good night text, or some stupid existential question when he's high. I remind myself of this when my phone stays silent throughout the night. I remind myself of this in the day, when someone says something stupid in class and he laughs so hard that he goes red-faced, and smiles so hard that it touches his eyes. I remind myself of this when he mentions his girl in casual conversation, and how he looks happy when he says it. I remind myself to look unphased. I remind myself to carry on. I remind myself that there will be no good night texts, or existential ramblings. I remind myself that I shouldn't look at him when the whole class laughs. I remind myself that he's happy with her. I remind myself that I was never seen.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
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