Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2014
I just want to talk to you.
Yeah, I want to kiss you and
hold you and make you laugh
and smile
but the fact that
I think about you when
you're probably not thinking about me
is what is causing this huge aching painful emptiness
inside of my chest, a spot that used to be filled
with the warmth you caused whenever you said my name.
I just want to spend time with you, in your presence
knowing that all your smiles and jokes and stories are
directed to me, just to me, because I know I'm your
one and only.
And I've said this before,
apologizing for how utterly stupid I sound
and hating the way this silly cliche sounds
clumsily falling out of my mouth but
how can you not see
the way that you completely
drive me crazy?
haven't written anything in a while... but here's something I wrote a long while ago
Annabel Lee
Written by
Annabel Lee  New York
(New York)   
651
   Creep and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems