May 2015
I have been replying to you all day.
Writing poetry to complete yours.
Please talk to me.
Please notice me.
Waiting for my phone to buzz with a message from you is killing me.
Slowly.
Please talk to me.
I love you.
Writing poetry to complete yours.
Please talk to me.
Please notice me.
Waiting for my phone to buzz with a message from you is killing me.
Slowly.
Please talk to me.
I love you.
Sorry that this poem is so awful but awful is how I feel right now, and isn't poetry meant to reflect your feelings?
