Sunday, April 3, 2022

when the day crashes in.

You don't belong here in my thoughts.
You belong in a beautiful beginning,
where we are building a future.

Instead I feel like I am reliving 2 years ago,
in the exact same place I was before.
Except this time there is no one to hold me
when I am restless at night.
There is no one to cry with,
or distractedly laugh with
when the day
crashes in.
No.

I want to tell you the wonderful progress
I am making,
but it seems you do not want to hear it.
I see nothing has changed on social media
between us,
but what does it even matter?

You won't talk to me,
and it's driving me mad.
I am filled with sorrow,
I don't know what I did wrong.

I love you,
and I wish you would answer a call.

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