I finally wrote a poem
and it was about you
but I’m no longer sure that I know who you are
and the colours you leave seem bleak and tired
the pills let me fall asleep
yet I still dream of you

the dreams aren’t nightmares
and that’s more than I can say about my conscious mind
it spins on a wheel like a hamster runs without a goal
and I’m chasing proof of my feelings
perhaps a medal to symbolize that I truly tried
tried to make you care
waiting for a message
I hope it took you longer than two seconds to write
I’m sick of sending paragraphs if I never get one back