What's wrong with me
What, did you not expect that
did you expect a declaration of love
Well, you're not getting it
Not today
I realize your busy
You have college and work
but if I text you
The least you can do
is tell me if you're going to be busy
Instead of leaving me hanging
I'll tell or ask you something
and it might take thirty or so minutes
for me to maybe get some form of a reply
or maybe nothing
Now, I don't text you every day
I could, I have time, but I don't
I may text you once a month
The least you could do
Is not give me one-word replies
or toss me aside and ignore me
It came to the point of
You "lost my number"
Then when I texted
You who had no idea who I was
So, I'll ask again
what's wrong with me
Is it that I'm younger
that I'm too fat
that I'm not your ex-girlfriend
Or my best friend
I guess I'm not
good enough
for you
YOU ARE READING
Him
RomanceA series of poems and short stories about a guy. The guy, the one who has engulfed my mind and won't give it back.
