Why did I ever think you would respond?
Why would I ever deserve a reply?
Why would you ever talk to me?
I've been annoying like a fly.
Buzzing and buzzing.
Constantly worried you hate me.
Until you finally responded.
And told me some of my wrongs.
And I shut my mouth.
And stopped singing songs.
And I tried.
To not talk to you at all.
And I built my will,
and I leaned against a wall.
But eventually I gave in.
And crashed with a bang.
As I typed in the letters
to search up your name.
And I crafted a message,
a simple version of "how do you do?"
But why did I expect,
you to ask me that too?
Because you didn't.
You won't.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
