𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒³

- - - - - -
22. june
maybe³
- - - - - -

you are finally responding
but it sounds like a goodbye
like maybe you want me to stop
to be finally quiet
but maybe it was a cry for help
maybe you don't actually want me to stop
maybe you think, that I want to stop
while you are saying, that we don't really know each other
but I always thought that I known you even trough a screen while thousands of miles away
maybe you think that i could replace you
maybe you think...
maybe you think...
but I don't actually know you or your mind
even if I want to think that
maybe you don't need me and my messages anymore
maybe you never needed them
maybe they only bring you pain
now I wait for your next message like an starved person
maybe I am
maybe you don't will respond
maybe you want me to stop
maybe I only bring you pain
what I never want
but I will only stop if told
but maybe you don't even want to talk to me anymore
maybe all these memory's of a person you don't actually know only bring you pain
while I write the third poem about you and my silly messages
a poem you will never read
because maybe you'll leave
maybe, but I will never know

- it may be, but I will never know

- - - - - -