“I look for you

Whenever I step into a room.

I see you, I feel relieved.

I want to tell you everything

I have been holding in for so long.

Then I see you look at her

With the same feelings

That I look at you with.

My heart shatters, but it still wishes

For something different.

I step out of the room onto the road.

Nothing to make me feel better,

The weatherman promised snow”

Rejection. And the pain that follows. Faced it way too many times, yet I fear it. So much. Anyways, do check out poetryhive for the prompts.

 

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