The bitter taste of regret sours my mouth
as I wait for you to meet my eyes.
I will you to look up, match my gaze.
You act the coward, play it well.
Today as I sat in the theatre
where we once sat, kissing and smiling,
I wonder what you think of me now, yet
Strangely enough, I couldn't be bothered.
Take that to the bank, honey.
How well you've turned them against me.
I'm almost proud, I have to say.
You overcame your shyness, even if it meant
taking me down along with your walls.
Let the walls crumble and be forgotten.
I guess I'd better forget what we had,
It will be easier that way.
I've already begun to forget to remember
The way you looked at me.
And now
I will you to look away.
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Chelsea, you blow me away. This is amazing!! i cannot believe that you have been holding this in for so long and haven't written. I adore your face and this poem and I not only love what you have to say but also the way you say it. I miss you pooh bear and this was an amazing reentrance... <3 so there
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Hehe thanks craaaazy chick. You're too kind. Really lol <3
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