untitled poem #22
strangers
losing each other in the dark,
only the beating of my heart
knows how long we’ve been apart.
don’t know when it’s gonna end
by these messages you send
and i want to be your friend,
but i don’t think i know how to.
i don’t know where i stand with you.
thinking too much, what should i do?
and we can talk and be the same,
we can laugh and play your game.
an empty void replaced the pain
and something big has changed.
i remember everything you said
after you got inside my head
whether or not you meant.
this game is getting old.
my smile’s getting cold.
love is getting sold.
i can be in your life,
a story being told.
don’t disappear,
i want to hear,
i’ll be here.
i miss you, stranger.









