Please come home.
I am worried sick about you.
It's 12:48 on the next day,
And it's not that late,
But we hardly talked at all yesterday.Where are you?
Are you safe?
Are you sane?
Please come home.I know you said you weren't feeling like yourself,
And I know you prefer to be alone when that feeling happens,
But you said we'd talk tonight.I felt guilty that I had a pretty good day,
Because I knew you weren't having one.
And when something exciting happened,
I just wanted to tell you,
But I knew you wanted to be left alone.
And when I had a panic attack at 8:47,
You were the only one I wanted to talk to,
But I knew you wanted to be left alone.
And when I was feeling detached,
I knew you'd be able to empathize with me,
But I knew you wanted to be left alone.Maybe I should have just listened to myself.
The part of me who knew exactly
What you were feeling.
But no.
That's probably not what you wanted.
But maybe it's what you needed.Were you waiting on me to talk first?
Were you waiting on me to ask if you were okay?
Were you waiting on me?I hope not.
Because I don't think I could have brought myself to talk to you.
I'm sorry.But I just want to know
Are you okay?
Are you safe?
Are you sane?
Please come home.So I don't have to worry about you.
So I don't have to wonder if you're okay.
So I don't have to panic.Just please text me or something
Later today
Just so I know you're still you.Please be okay.
Please be safe.
Please be sane.
Please come home.
YOU ARE READING
Please come home
PoetryJust a poem that tired me was like "eh my feelings need to flow" and I liked what I wrote