i stare blankly
at the notifications
lots of it
from you
the chimes
and the vibrations
when my phone is on silent
'hey, are you okay?'
just one person
(you)
trying to reach me
when all i've done
since the past few days
is to pretend
i don't exist.
and i read them all
and i don't reply
to be honest, how can i?
when i'm afraid
so so much
afraid of me
wanting you
afraid of you
wanting me
YOU ARE READING
whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
