I'm sitting on my bed,
looking out my window
wondering
if after all this time
you've thought about me once or maybe twice.
Why don't you feel the same way I feel?
That's me, being selfish.
How could you go on like if I've never existed?
I've spent so many nights wondering if you miss me as I miss you.
Don't even believe you love me anymore,
questioning
if you ever did.
What am I to you girl?
I'm stuck,
watching your pictures and
you look so pretty, babe.
I'm on my own, wearing your necklace,
months have passed,
and I really wish
I could live
without your lips
but I'm still here
waiting for you
to want me.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts.
Poetry"Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does." - Allen Ginsberg from Ginsberg, A Biography This is a collection of p...
