Bittersweet Poem by Poetry Falcon

Did you feel that?
I felt it, too.
Probably just a coincidence
But I felt that thing anew.

I was so mad
I even called you a hypocrite
Well, I still think you are one
And I'm still an addict.

Passerby glances
Awkward silences
A tinge of jealousy
But we were stuck in our defiance.

Made amends
In our own awkward away
Our pride could go for hours
And yet all I wanted was to stay.

I think we're good now
A self-inflicted wound
Your presence fills my heart
But I know I'm f- - - doomed.