You looked at me
Like it didn’t hurt
Like I wasn’t broken
On the ground
At your feet
❀
You looked at me
Like I was whole
Like I was equal
❀
You didn’t look at me
Like I was poetry
Or raging oceans
Or the night sky
But that was okay
You just looked at me
Like I was enough
And it was the way
I needed to be looked at
❀
The world has collapsed
And your lungs along with it
❀
I look at you like
You are broken on
The ground at my feet
❀
And you look at me
Like it hurts
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Please read more of my poems like this:
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen3 days ago in Fiction
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