POEM: 2
TITLE: Sometimes boys just suck
Am I really that easy to forget?
It's been four days since you last texted me.
Do you hate me or not want me anymore?
You've done this before, but it hurts every time.
Last time you didn't want me for over a week.
I wonder how long it will be this time.
In the silent abyss of my phone,
I anxiously wait for your name to appear,
But the screen remains blank, devoid of your presence.
My heart grows heavy with each passing moment,
As doubts creep in like shadows in the night.
Am I no longer worthy of your attention?
Have I become a mere afterthought in your mind?
I thought our connection was stronger,
But now it hangs by a fragile thread,
Threatened by the winds of uncertainty.
I replay our conversations in my head,
Searching for clues, signs of your disinterest.
Did I say something wrong, or not enough?
Was I too much or too little for your liking?
These questions haunt my restless nights.
Yet, deep down, I know I deserve better,
Someone who cherishes my presence,
Who chooses me every day without hesitation.
I refuse to be a pawn in this game,
Waiting anxiously for your sporadic affection.
I am more than a mere option to be forgotten,
More than a fleeting moment in your life.
My worth is not determined by your attention,
But by the love and respect I have for myself.
I will not wait indefinitely for you to remember.
So, as the days turn into weeks,
And the weeks into months,
I will find solace in my own company,
Embracing the freedom that comes with letting go.
For I am not easy to forget,
And I deserve someone who remembers me always.
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