Pride.


A glance

Across a crowded room

Pearls neatly woven

Into pride.

You tell me we're different

But we breathe the same

I set you alight

In pieces you burn.

It's ironic really

You can't see the world

Although it's yours to keep

When it rains

It pours

I watch you walk away.

Numb

Is all I feel

Your italic letters

Punch holes in my heart.

Fields of wheat

Stand between us

But that never stopped anyone before.