Aftertaste Of Progression Poem by Tisha Kratz

Aftertaste Of Progression



I wonder how he feels, since he
never tells me. It's not that I ask him
first, he must have thought of me
differently
But every time we talk, it's like he lost
these sparkles in his eyes. Now he must
think differently of me too.
Does this not affect him? For his eyes
are shielded, emotionless, no flame
at all.
I'm worried that he no longer desires
to talk to me, stay befriended, like
we used to be before.
I am afraid
that everything has changed

Sunday, December 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: anxiety,change,love,rejection,unrequited love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My thoughts written, my anxiety exposed.
He said that progression was good, but I am not so sure I want progression this way
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Tisha Kratz

Tisha Kratz

The Netherlands
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