Francesca Martin Poetry

I did not see you,
Did not hear you
Though you said you saw my face
Called to me, but I ignored

Another one of those things
You toss across my mind
While I stand in the middle
Jumping back and forth to grasp it
Fruitlessly
Your lies I love to believe
And yet

I felt you
That familiar tingling sensation
When I see you dragging around the corner
Buried beneath your disheveled hair
Hands dug deep into black hole pockets
Like the lake you once lived by
That once was the color of your blissfully green eyes
But now is the color of mine
Brown and murky
Overgrown
Like the smile that sneaks across my face
When I’m trying to hate you...

I’ve been hit

Poet: Francesca Martin