I look at my phone.
Again.
I get a new message and i hope its from you.
I hope.
But its not.
How could you just stop texting me after that night?
I am still watching my phone, hoping your name appears on it.
It seems like its no problem for you to keep quiet.
Just tell me how?
I can't stop thinking about your texts.
I can't stop hoping the time goes back to the point, where you wanted to send me messages.
Where you missed me.
But now, it seems like i am the only one who misses us.
I lost you.
And i know that.
My damn brain knows that, but my heart doesn't.
And i check my phone again.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts about him
RandomI am a overthinker, i think much, way too much. Most of the time right now i overthink what i do and what he is doing. So i thought i should write that down. So here are just some thoughts about this boy. It's in form of poetry slam. They are all co...
