I don't want to be a bother.
I don't want to be a problem.
I don't want to be a pain.
But, I don't want to be a second choice.
You only talk to me when you're bored.
You only talk to me when you want.
You only talk to me when you're feeling lonely.
You only talk to me when it's convenient for you.
And I guess that's convenient for me too.
Well, not really.
But I can't complain.
I'd rather be a simple pastime,
Than to be nothing at all.
Because I don't want to smother you.
Then, I would lose you.
And I don't want that.
I want you.
Not my any complicated terms, or irrational definitions.
But to just be here.
To stick around.
Be my friend.
Or more;
If that's what you want.
But I won't bother you.
And I won't make a problem.
I won't smother you.
And I won't complain.
But if I'm only saying,
Then all I have to say is,
Talk to me.
Talk to me more times then when you're just bored.
Then when you're lonely.
Talk to me more than out of convenience.
..talk to me more then just when she won't reply..
6/3/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
