Problem?!

Joaquin Finn

When you pushed past me ,
It hurt .
You were trying to avoid me.
You knew what I was going to say and you wouldn't listen .

You couldn't avoid me in the broom cupboard of a changing room.
You threw your chef whites on the chair in anger.
My fingers trembled as I tried to tie my apron.

"Zsolt please" I said trying to get to my locker behind you .
You glared at me with those green eyes
Those green eyes of fire.
"Problem?!"

 

  • Author: Brendon Corey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 29th, 2017 01:35
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 19
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