your eyes never shined like that when you were
looking at me
i can't make my poems sound that poetic anymore
they all just sounds like
repetitive pleads,
begging you,
just let me be good enough this time
just settle for me
my poems used to sound like screams
they're not that powerful anymore
they're more of whimpers now
because my poems and i?
well, we;re tired
we've been crying since the day you left
and we ran out of tears
we ran out of new things to say
but we haven't given up yet,
this poem is a plead.
come back.