My Poetry

~Seventy Eight~

Can we just talk please?
I know it's been months,
And I know I'm doing the thing you did to me,
but god, 
thoughts of you and me just won't leave. 

We shouldn't talk,
We're not allowed,
not technically. 

My dad would kill me,
hate me if he saw the old messages,
if he heard the old conversations. 

But,
You haven't left my mind in such a long time,
And every time I hear your name my mind wanders to that place.
That place we were in for months on end. 

I was your first,
don't lie and say I wasn't. 

And you were my first, 
maybe that's why I have this off attachment to you. 

Or maybe it's because I never got over you after all. 
Maybe it's the thrill that you give,
that you make me feel. 

Either way I know I want to text you.
Everyday. 
Just to get into the habit of getting thos heart fluttering 'good morning's 

from you. 

Maybe I need you out of my system,
Probably need to move on. 

But I can't so....
Can we just talk please?