It's been weeks, months in fact
if I were more honest with myself I'd acknowledge that
you probably aren't interested in my interests
and our conversations...can we just pin this?
It's been weeks since I've shaken the heaviness you bring
and with one sirens call, like a crow you sing
sinking me back down to the rock bottom
where I'll find you with clipped wings
Like I could ever make you feel better?
Or you could ever fix me?
Don't your friends say "forget her"?
I'll say hello back regretfully
every time.
YOU ARE READING
Swans mate for life-Why can't we?
Poetrypoems inspired by a romance from my last reincarnation