My darling
My dear
Some days
When you are
Nowhere near
I’m asking myself
Why I am
Still here

If you just told me
That you’d stay.
Then so would I
Every night
And each day

I’d stay for you
If you let me know
That I am more
Than just
Your *****

I wish you’d run
Into my arms
Like in a movie
A play
Or a show

I wish you’d hug me
Every day
Kiss me
And tell me
It’s ok

If you wished
I’d let you stay
I’d give you my heart,
A toothbrush
And a pillow
On my bed

But if you’ll stay
I do not know
You haven’t answered
A single one
Of all my calls

I don't know what to do
My future isn't clear
My life is flying by
And I'm not sure I care

I'm sitting in a chair
A piece of paper, and a pen
Words are pouring out
Poems about life

I'm watching the world
I see it turn around
And I sit idly by
I let it turn its way

I write poems about love
The way it makes me feel
The days when I am happy
And the days when I am sad

I don't know what to do
My future isn't clear
My life is flying by
And I'm not sure I care

You seem reluctant
to understand
that I can not
replace
contact with you
to contact
with someone else.
I am not lonely
because there is no one
I can talk to
but,
because I can’t talk
to you.

I may seem cheerful
There are still days
I need to cry
Because you are not there
And certainly not here
And I can not
Contact you
You’re busy
Today
Most days
I need, no
Rather I want to
I’d like to call you
Tell you I want you here
You won’t come over
Tomorrow, either
Nor the day after that
Then it’s my turn
To be busy
A day or two
I wish I could
I wish I was able to contact you
I wish you would answer
If I tried
But you will answer
Once you feel like it
When you have time
You know
You are aware
That I will not disappear
I love you
Too much
But if I told you
That I am writing these lines
You’d probably hate me
You’d find me pathetic
Insane
And I can’t tell you
Because you’d be
So
Extremely
Uncomfortable
That is why
It’s a secret
A treasure
That I hope
You will
Never
Find out about.