Will my name be etched
In his heart and head?
Will I be unforgettable?
Will he count the days
Until I agree to come back to his bed
Only to find them endless?
Or will he move on
The moment he finds
This waiting game
Is no longer
Any fun to
Him?
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryI may seem like an insufferable nerd-tastic idiot, but I'm actually pretty poetic
