One day, I looked at you.
Stupid, I know.
Thank goodness you looked back.
Every day I think of this moment,
Only to snap awake and remember that the
Past is the past, and can never be changed.
Over and over it replays in my mind.
Rarely do I ever catch a break from the
Ongoing torment that is your gaze upon my
Stupid, broken face.
I realize now how
Stupid I really was.
YOU ARE READING
Tear-stained pages - [ONGOING]
Poetry----"drowning in a sea of darkness" ---- I can't breathe, so I write all the things I can't say #27 in poetry 9/8/20 #1 in poetryanthology 9/10/20