Shut the **** up.**
It's hard dating anyone,
and *a poet's no different.

When we're apart
I am teased by your smile,
those black biles,
ego's left fragile.

I can barely touch you,
but it seems you're away.
unreachable by mind,
pleading to stay.

And when your signs
are just so unpredictable;
those gestures that cared
I cannot even decipher


and I am always in catapult
whenever I am in your field;
but this gut has its own thinking
whenever you are near.

I will write another page
to entertain, turns out this is a stage
and the audience isn't all the crowd that listens
(only a few of them pay attention)
to what i say and what i don't
the message i speak and when i leave ( )( )( )'s
In my words
If you care, you'll fill them in your self.
But i doubt you will, you're probably like everyone else
(if i expect it I can't be let down)
please, someone raise my expectations
It's not easy where I'm waiting
(because it's real, and real,real  low.

i miss talking to you like i miss writing
their absence is frightening
like something inside is only just alive
like over time it 's fading...
like my reflection in your eyes as i'm forced to walk away
i say
we have our lives ahead of us
but that don't dictate what the distance does to us
I'm afraid of this