entirely
my entirety
all we do is speak on the phone
trifling
my anxiety
but you hate to call me, so i'm all alone
paranoia,
implied avoidance
you say "i love you" but that's not enough
blindsided
close minded
are you in love with me or can i move on ?
turns out, when you fail, you're supposed to try and try again
until you achieve the work you've failed
and pat your back like ocean waves to the sand
why is everyone else so accepting
of their feelings ? i won't understand
they're ready to leave and pack up their things
as i lay in my ball and welcome in the sad
they have moved on after seven "i'm done"s
shoving belongings into a box
but i have loved you for 48 months
every missed message consuming my thoughts
every airwave mentally checked
when you come back, how could i ever want to forget ?
nothing physical to tie you to me
but want to grow old together, you plead
where is he?
me: where are you
me: have you eaten
i love you
is he sleeping?
me: i miss you
me: are you asleep yet
i need you
does he want to see me?
me: here's a selfie
me: i have a question, hypothetically:
if the world erupted and humankind left us two to survive, would he recreate it with me because we need to, or because he wants to see me in seven billion eyes ?
