Dealing
I know that
you don't really care,
but I'm here
so you should deal with it.
Just because you're avoiding my eyes
doesn't mean that I'll disappear.
Just because you pretend
that it doesn't hurt
every time I talk
doesn't mean that I'll stop talking.
Just because I pretend
that I don't see the pain on your face
doesn't mean it will heal.
Just because I pretend
that it doesn't bother me
when you talk to other girls
doesn't mean that I'll stop liking you.
I can't tell if I'm not dealing with it
or if you aren't.
This poem is about:
Me