talk to me,
i beg of you.
ask me what my favourite time of day is,
and how i like to fall asleep.
i miss every part of you.
i want you to ask me these things,
because perhaps,
these answers will make you come back.
i know i shouldn't want your attention but i need it.
my name coming out of your mouth burns deep.
like a open wound.
i cant heal knowing you hate me.
hatred.
what did i do to deserve this.
i just wanted us to be happy.
talk to me again.
just once.
we're you even listening when i told you my favourite band?
it was the one you hated.
the one you always made me turn down.
but whilst you were listing off your favourite,
i would just stare.
you were so engulfing.
i wanted to gag.
i couldn't stand the thought of being without you,
yet here we are now.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrythere's nothing keeping you from the realness of the ever declining world, there is no good or bad. you just exist. (poetry collection) this is just a rant poetry book about my struggles. thanks for everyone that is reading it. it's comical that i'm...
