I cry every time...
I see the two of you together.
I hear you talk about him.
I think about the two of you together.
I hear you laugh with him.
I see you kiss him.
I read your poems about him.
You send me selfies with him.
And when I think about how I have no chance with you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
PoetryI try to kid myself that this is poetry I mean I guess you could call it that if you want to. These are really just my thoughts, feelings and experiences.