I can detect it.
I can see how your face changes when your eyes settle on my face.
I can feel your heart begin to race as you remember all my features.
Your feet pointed at me, signaling your focus on me.
The smile spreading over your face when your eyes meet, as you quickly look away.
I can detect it. You have a crush on me.
I can feel it.
The anger that rises in my chest when I catch your subtle glances.
The fear in my heart when I notice your focus, your attention, towards me.
The feelings of betrayal I remember when our eyes lock.
The pain that fills my heart when your eyes wander across my face.
My instinct to tell you to stop, to forget I exist.
I can feel it. I can't love you anymore.
If you wanted me to love you,
you should have listened
when I said your words hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Random Writings
RandomJust a thing of my random writings. Sometimes it's rage poetry, sometimes it's one-shots, sometimes it's little things that delve into a bigger story later on. We'll see what it turns into.
