you write feelings left unspoken
of those who were in blue.
i actually write too,
but only when i’m broken.
would that be a zero for you?

once i asked,
the question is still unanswered
but maybe you did,
unsure how i’m supposed to take it

you seem to be a great writer,
can you afford a small banter?
you softly pierced me
with your twisted harmony,
with your rhyme schemes,
shouldn't be unfortunately.

all these sweet talks
with strangers and folks,
i still feel like
a lonely little girl
lost in hell

sometimes, i wonder
if you’ve ever visited hello poetry,
looked up my username, daisy,
just to check if there’s for you recently

you’re the only person
who knows about it, anyway.

i can sense it,
it’s not as clear as when i fell for you
but i know,
i’m familiar with these feelings too
—i think he’s cute, really.

here comes silence,
as my mind drifts
into midnight wonders,
and ruminates the memories,
now that we don’t talk

it has been a month,
and 21 days,
i may have met new guys
but yours is still the notification
i’ve been waiting,
and asking for.