how is it
I'm able to taste
the disappointment in your eyes
at the back of my tongue
and feel it
in the pit of my stomach
and feel like its laced in the air I breathe
maybe that's why my eyes sting
when you look at me
demanding a reply to "so why are you now upset?"
the physical act of
pushing past the lump of disappointment in my throat
is too painful a task
YOU ARE READING
on a journey
Poetrya girl finding herself through pain and heartbreak . using her words as her escape, she grows to love herself thanks to @shoobari for the beautiful cover!
