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Oct 2014
The last time I told you I loved you
It was a Sunday afternoon
All I wanted was a call
But the Sunday before was when I knew
You told me to go
Never really thinking of how much it would affect me, now did you
In the 15 minutes I deduced that I wasn't enough
Now that I think about
How annoying I must have been with the constant 'I love you's
I told myself that I needed to understand that you had other things to do
Realize where I fit in your list of priorities
Out of sight, out of mind
Is this what we have come to?
I used to have a countdown, of the days until I would get to see you
To hold you to touch you to kiss you
To be
With you
I deleted it
I'm not sure what I have to look forward to with you
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Written by
Deola Chiong
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