Papercut

I went
to drop off
some papers for you
at work today.

When on my way out,
I went to say good bye
as usual.
But instead you
turned all your attention
to a coworker,
leaving me to stand there awkwardly
as I waited to get a quick "Bye" in.

You two hugged and
I quickly became invisible.
I felt alone.
I was alone.
But when haven't I been, really?

Upset,
I quickly walked down the stairs,
clutching your papers to my chest.
At least then,
no one could see my broken heart.

As I walked down the stairs,
heading to the second floor,
I felt reality slipping from my finger tips.

"They're probably talking about you
and how terrible you are.
Oh, you are such a burden;
always trying to be noticed when we both know
you won't be."

Those words were killing me.
I felt dead.
I wished I was dead.
I just wish it wasn't you, of all people, who could have killed me.

And then I left to drive to school,
throwing out your papers as I exited.

Clearly work was more important than me again.