Mr. Poetry

I waited

I waited for his calls because that is the man I am.

I patiently looked down on my phone, re-reading the text like I never done before because that is the man I am.

I wondered to myself if I gone crazy over a conversation that had been ghosted for a few seconds

Did she stumble again?

It is okay, she must had found a great book to read.

She must had been talking to her boss about her secretarial workloads

It had been hours; I want to know what is happening

Was she alright?

But despite everything, I watched the blinking of the chat line repeatedly like the foolish man I am.

I watched the bus stop every five in the afternoon and I thought about her without exhaustion

I watched she walked down on the steps with a smile

Holding someone's hand,

I watched as my heart fractured to a million of pieces.

I watched as how quickly my mood turned and fought with my mind.

The heart uncontrollably won the fight against my fist.

I am still a man who is interested.