It hurts when you look at me, and I'm not there.
My entire being hurts, and there is something I can't digest when you don't look at me.
Today, it hurts even more because I am unable to meet your gaze.
I used to be angry and tell the illusion and delusion in me about me never missing your gaze and ascertaining without confusion about how it feels when you look at me, and I never miss it.
But today, a whole of me is very lonely.
And it hurts that I miss all your gazes, especially your special frowning capabilities.
©shivpoetesspriya
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