If l do not " only share with"
I might never know what you ate or how your day went

It's either left on read or "..... replied to your story"
So lm constantly looking for content that triggers your reaction

For If there is no green circle on my name, screaming " not yet viewed" l may never be remembered

Gradually finding myself ensnared by your words
So much so that your silence becomes a vexing void

I didn't leave
You pushed me away

Somewhere in between he is not her type and they are just friends
She fell in love

Silence,
sooo loud its deafening
Fantasies,
Be my morning to midnight chat
Night and day,
Lets live stories and make memories
Together,
Can we explore what life has instore
Simplified,
Be my bestfriend

Would l be a poet, if you weren't the poem
There is always You behind every word

My thoughts and feelings are getting used to the idea of having you,
Stand before me dressed  in rhythm and sound

I am getting more used to poetry
than people