Jul 2014
Your preference for her
is all too clear
and becomes more obvious
each time you turn
away from me
to seek her out.
I'm left behind, reeling
from your silent insults,
breaths stuttering as I try
to comprehend
when I stopped
being good enough.
is all too clear
and becomes more obvious
each time you turn
away from me
to seek her out.
I'm left behind, reeling
from your silent insults,
breaths stuttering as I try
to comprehend
when I stopped
being good enough.
I'm aware my poetry can come across quite bipolar. I find poems where I've left them all over my house and then add them here in bunches. So I'm not actually cycling trough moods as rapidly as it may seem ;p Also, despite it's seemingly romantic sadness, this poem was written about my boss and being passed up for projects lol
