You are not speaking
but I’m already listening.
I’ve been shouting out
your name from miles
that the echoes only fill
my mind. I keep chasing
the sprint of your voice
along with this selfish
space that keeps us apart.
If you never cared, never
noticed, never realized,
at least repay all the stares
I have stolen from you.
Feel the glances I’ve bitten
away from you. For these
starving eyes will battle
the pain in its gut until
you feed them with yours.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
You are not speaking
but I’m already listening.
I’ve been shouting out
your name from miles
that the echoes only fill
my mind. I keep chasing
the sprint of your voice
along with this selfish
space that keeps us apart.
If you never cared, never
noticed, never realized,
at least repay all the stares
I have stolen from you.
Feel the glances I’ve bitten
away from you. For these
starving eyes will battle
the pain in its gut until
you feed them with yours.
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