You like to text me
late at night,
past midnight when
I'm ready to sleep.
You entice me so much
that I force myself
to stay awake
so that I can talk
to you.
We ask each other
questions back
and forth,
getting to know
each other.
Two strangers,
a million questions
lay in the stars,
how many can I ask
to get to know you well?
YOU ARE READING
I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
