Sometimes I just sit online, staring at your name, waiting for you to talk to me,
though I know you won't,
since I always start the conversation.
And yes,
sometimes I think about you at night,
wondering if I even cross your mind once,
but I know I don't.
And of course,
I'm starting to think that there's no point,
cause there isn't.
There's no reason why I should keep waiting,
so I won't.
I know now that we're not meant to be,
because in the end, I finally figured out,
there is no 'we.'
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...