Honey, make up your mind.
I'm growing impatient, you're a waste of my time.
I'll never tell how I feel, but you don't tell me either.
It's so unclear.
You whisper sweet nothings, then push me away.
You ignore all my texts, but still beg me to stay.
You tell me I'm pretty, but won't stop looking her way.
You're confusing me severely, and you think that's okay.
YOU ARE READING
Lavender Seeds
Poetryshort and quick write up. Unrequited love sucks. :))) I drew the cover art ❤️❤️
