I hate seeing you talk to people.
You talk to everyone but me.
Just say something to me.
Please.
Even if it’s one word,
hell even if it’s a sound.
Just say something to me.
Don’t talk to him or her anymore just talk to me.
Even if it hurts me more.
Why don’t I exist to you?
I’d be fine not existing in anyone’s eyes anymore as long as I exist in yours.
Please.
I can only live with myself if I’m reflected in your pretty brown eyes.
Poetry
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The longing and hurt in this poem hits home. The feeling of wanting something even if it hurts can be overpowering sometimes, especially when it’s linked to what used to make us happy. I really like your poem.