sometimes i pretend i am wallpaper.
I slink back, pushing myself desperately
trying to become as invisible as I feel,
dreaming that I could go into her room,
when he's there, become an object that
is overlooked with a cursory glance, like
i'm see through.
I can imagine them talking, her
laugh is loud, obnoxious
a pretty plea 'like me! like me!'
but we all know that he does and he always will but,
sometimes i imagine he looks towards me,
wallflower Betty
but I know it's a wish as probable as something
larger than infinity
and there are so many of them that linger in my mind
like cigarette smoke.
So instead, I lay on my bed and
sometimes i pretend i am wallpaper.
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