Poems about Love

just talk to me

Hey there,
Why are you doing this to yourself?
Why are you being so cruel to yourself?
You know, no one's ever been crueller to you than you've been to yourself.
You look at me like you want to talk,
like you need to say something,
like you want to sort it out,
like maybe, we still have a chance.

But you don't do anything about it.
You just look at me and walk away.
Perhaps you walk away
because you can't stop yourself from talking if you're around me.
What's stopping you from talking to me?
Is it your ego?
Or is it her?
Did she ask you to not talk to me?
I hope not, but I think she did.

But hey, you were my friend.
I know, considering how things went between us,
our bond is quite fragile and shitty right now.
But please just listen to me,
you were there for me when I needed help,
whenever I cried for help.
And after knowing you for so long,
I am fluent in your language.
The language that your eyes communicate through.
I see you.
I see the sadness in your eyes.
I can see that you're crying for help.
But the ones that you're talking to now, don't see it.
Or maybe they just pretend to not see.
But I don't understand the sorrow in your eyes.
Is it because you miss me too?
Or because she did something again?

I wish I could give you these letters that I write for you,
but I can't.
I wish you knew that you can still talk to me even if things are messed up.
I'm literally just one call away,
and you just need to keep your stupid ego aside and reach out.
Because no matter how much you talk to other people,
I know that no one will ever get you the way I did.