I am pathetic
enough to beg you to stay,
and still,
be the one to wonder
why you bothered.
Was it for love?
or did my whimpering fill you
with enough pity
to want to kiss me into
silence for fear of more
white noise?
YOU ARE READING
neon starlight
Poetrythe post-midnight musings of a young modern romantic. *Disclaimer: the current cover art is not my own, the imagery was found on Pinterest and I was unable to find the original owner. While I did the titles, all rights go to the original artist.
