Attention Reader :

Click.
Click, click, click.
Tap it against the notepad.
Swat it against your knee.
Chew.
Bite the eraser.
Nibble the wood.

You're concentrating,
Obviously.
Humming.
Searching
For a catchy tune.
A sweet melody
To capture the hearts of millions.

Racking your brain
For lyrics.
To speak to
Every
Single
Misfit.

You smile.
Scribble.
The scratch of the pencil,
So loud.
The only noise
In the silence
Of the bus.
It hurts my ears.

Wince.
I cringe
At the sound.
You notice.
Of course.

"What's wrong?"
Nothing,
Just nothing.
At least,
Nothing you should care about
Anyways.
It's my business.
Not yours.

Secret.
I won't tell you.
I'll just
Shake my head,
Shrug my shoulders,
And flip the page.

So you don't
Know,
So you won't
Suspect,
That I'm not
Okay.

That every
Single
Word,
And every
Single
Line
That I've written
Since I met you,
Was geared
Towards
You.

Your lyrics
Don't sound as true
When you
Still
Wear
Her
Scent.