MondayA Poem by ayejodieAnd I see you with her, Having coffee and fussing over where to sit. Your smile connects with your eyes, Laughing with her, as if it wasn't Monday morning. I've never seen you smile like that. I curse myself because I can't be her. You don't see me, but I am unable to look away. After three years, I still feel the ripping sensation. The stitches in my heart begin to loosen. We never got coffee. ...we never went on dates. But I was happy, Lying in bed with you, unaware of time. Looking out a frosted window to see if it was day or night. I blink back to the present, My name being called off a cup. Accidentally, I take glance again, pretty sure you just noticed me.. When it was too late. [ayejodie]
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7 Reviews Added on December 23, 2014 Last Updated on December 23, 2014 Tags: poetry, poem, poet, spoken word, soft, love, hate, relationship, couple, coffee, broken heart, broken, hurt, sadness, unrequited love, modern, monday, pain, tragic, love story, love poem, happiness AuthorayejodieIrelandAboutHey i'm Jodie, I'm 23! I hope you enjoy reading and of course, all feedback is more than welcome and very appreciated x more..Writing
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