Out of the corner of my eye
I see you looking
At me.
I pretend not to notice,
Not to feel
All the pain and suffering you have made me go through.
All the tissue boxes lying on my bedroom floor,
Accompanied by puddles of hot tears.
If only you knew
How much it pains me
To see you
With your arms wrapped around her.
If only we could get a redo,
If only life worked that way.
If only.
YOU ARE READING
Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
