I saw you the other day.
My heart sped up
and I couldn't breath.
I feared you may recognize me,
but part of me wanted to to.
There's no way you would,
We've both changed.
I thought I saw that hint
of recognition in your eyes,
your dull blue eyes,
but I must've been mistaken.
I kept looking away because
my eyes kept betraying
my thoughts.
You left as quick as you came,
and my heart aches for you all over again.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
