Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Invisible

now I know how ghosts feel
you look past me to all the fresh beauty in the room 
who am I 
I am nothing, no one
someone that once caught your eye
now I am become invisible 
a wish to be the only one seen in a room full of beauty 
to
now just the gum under your chair
barely touched
and you cringe when you do

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