Aug 2013
I will make it to the end of this evening
Without messaging you
But I will check my phone constantly
Endlessly, hopelessly, pointlessly
Wanting to see
A tiny
Round
Mini
You
Without messaging you
But I will check my phone constantly
Endlessly, hopelessly, pointlessly
Wanting to see
A tiny
Round
Mini
You
I hate the me that this poem reveals
