That damn green dot
Telling me you're active online again
How it makes me want to send that message
It's been typed up for years now
And for years now I've missed you
And I've despised that green dot
That makes me want to reach you
Because that message has been typed
And it reads:
I miss you. I know it's only been two days. But I miss you. I wish you'd rethink.
If you'd only rethink it.
Maybe you'd realize
That I still miss you
After four whole years
And I still hate that fucking green dot.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of Him(s)
PoetryI miss him(s). Here's how I feel about it. All works here are my own.
