Texts
You're busy, I get it,
I got the hint from my texts repeatedly being left on delivered,
Its not anybody's fault,
Doesn't every connection somehow sometime, get withered?
I do hope not,
It would be such a tragedy,
And the fact I have to go through this again and again,
Seems to me, the greatest brutality.
And sure I might be overreacting,
Its not the end of the world,
But what am I to do if you were mine,
The meaning to all my words.
I guess I'll start speaking in a different language,
Though my voice will still sound the same.
Will you feel some melancholy too,
When it calls you your favorite nickname?
And I know it will feel different,
When we meet again soon,
'Cause things dont go back to how they used to be that easily,
I'll just accept we'll never again be that in sync, that in tune.
Sure one can hope,
But having to go back to reality after daydreams,
Is the same taste,
As drinking black coffe after having pastries,
And doesn't that describe us so well,
The word bittersweet,
For we did fight a lot,
But without you, life feels incomplete.
Its clear I miss you,
And I might always will,
So I will wait for you, patiently,
Trying my best to sit still.
You promised to call me,
And in return I promised to pick up
But you do never call, so i pass the time crying,
Thinking of ideas so we can make up.
You know me as well as I know you,
So why can't you see my suffering?
That would've been better,
Atleast then I wouldn't have to hide my emotions in a verbal covering,
And try my best to make it rhyme,
And try my best to speak in metaphors,
Try my best to convey all I want to,
Try my best to make my poems the messengers,
I hope you finally realize,
And then reply to all my texts,
Because I know I wont be able to say this in real life,
Without pausing to take deep breaths.
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