I offered you,
the air in my lungs...

It was a cold night,
the sky was star-less...

Right in between
mesmerizing and...

I stepped in a shop
today...

Between way too expensive phone calls,
there is no space for unnecessary insults...

Astonished by
your hypocrisy...

The missing does not come in tears.
it does not come like an ache between the chest...

The teacher will know you are brilliant before...
she won't say it to your face but you will hear...

You never wanted me,
you never did...

And so,
another poem...

More venting,than poetry...

Not all feelings call for poetry
some of them are meant...