After a while, things stop getting cute, not an enjoyable
Show.
Ups and downs, twist and turns, yet somehow I always came back to you and you to
Me.
No calls, no messages, no signal
That
Would at lest give me some idea if I still mattered.
You
Talk all big, saying things that I waited so long for you to say.
You tell me that you
Care.
But honestly? That's getting harder and harder to believe.
YOU ARE READING
Some Feeling Poems
PoetryIs it really true that things get worse before they get better?
