I was seeing someone else
I was in between hating myself and killing myself
I was wondering if this is what life was
I was trying to find a job
I was a child in the body of an adult
I was avoiding taking responsibility for me
I saw you before you saw me
I saw the glow of your hair in the sun
I saw your back before I saw your face
I saw your hands, worn and weathered, at your waist
I saw the hideous green work shirt you were wearing
I saw the dirt on your jeans leftover from the trees
You smiled at me when your eyes caught mine
You stared at me as I sat across from you
You sat silently across from me
You avoided talking to me
You cringed when I hugged you to say goodbye
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Us
PoetryThis is a story that holds more truth than fiction, written in verse and short stories.
