where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.

late / poem

i can hear your voice; see your sneer as you snicker. "why do you even care so about being late, anyway?"

and i can see me falter and pause; i can see my eyes not meeting yours as i look to my lap and mutter, "because the reason why i was late for my first time ever was when you had thrown up during breakfast."

i can see myself slowly meet your gaze. your smirk is no longer there. "and i am scared and being late will make you worse. and i cannot go through this a second time."