(im sorry. ill send her a message)
(and let her know how u feel)

                                                                                                  [oh. u guys still]
                                                                                                                  [talk?]
(i sent it)
(<3)
(i miss u)
                                                                                                                    [...]

The thing about us English nerds
We know the sappy lines
The snappy remarks
The ones that sting just right
Or heal a cut deep in your heart
So watch out for us
Because you’ll never know
Which is which
Real or not real
Cutting or healing
Loving or hating
For it’s the actions that count
In a day and age where we communicate
Through words we see on a screen
It’s dangerous for people like you
Who listen to those who cannot be seen
Because girls who read books
Can right you anything you want.
And you won’t be able
To tell the difference.

-Good.

i don’t think you
have the same
r e d  h o t
thoughts,
the ones
laced
with dopamine &
cinnamon sugar

I don’t think you
you
feel
the same
dread
&
e x c i t e m e n t
when you hear your
phone
vibrate
from across the
room

I don’t think
you’d describe your
h e a r t b e a t
like they do in a 90’s
rom com,
that it
beats
so f a s t
that you feel like
your chest is going to
     x      l      d
e      p      o      e

I don’t think
you
feel
this way

-I don’t think I know you, but I don’t think I know myself either

We talked again tonight,
Not talking - messaging,
It's like people forget how to talk to one another nowadays.
Rarely such a thing of picking up the phone and calling a friend or an interest
We type, type, type, giving varying degrees of attention
It makes it so easy to misinterpret how interested the other person is
Every little thing is expected to have ten times more meaning than intended
And people wonder why relationships in younger generations often don't work very well
Modern relationships are pieced together like the modern Prometheus, with mixed intentions in all the right places but with conflicting commitment tearing it apart

I'll be stuck on you until I'm put to
Rest
Look into the future just to see my
Death
Lying here lifeless now I know I'm
Next
Lying here crying waiting for your
Text
I'll be doing this till my final
Breath
Will I ever get better or just die
A mess
People want people cause people want
***
But I knew there was more from the day we
Met
Cant take back the tears and the time I
Spent
I loved you and didn't know what it
Meant

I was waiting for God
to reply back

                                                           ­                                   to my prayers.
                                                        ­                                                      Until,
    ­                            
she sent a pic
of you.