Checked my phone today.
I didn't get a text from bae.
Thought he was sleeping,
but I started typing."Hello" I said,
Waiting for you the whole day in dread.
Not a single message,
thoughts were in a rampage.I couldn't think straight,
Maybe I was too late?
Timezones are so terrible,
Maybe I'm overreacting it's just so unbearable.It's been a week.
My smiles have gone weak.
Where are you?
What happened too?But I'll keep waiting,
Just here patiently contemplating.
Trying to keep calm,
Gosh! my sweaty palms.It's now a month,
I have thoughts that haunt
Praying you're okay,
At least message me a "hey".It's been 2 months
the realization was daunting.
No wonder contact was lost.
You had blocked me and my whole world had paused.I sat there pondering.
What have I done?
I held my phone thinking.
My brain threw questions if I were to blame for you being gone.A year was approaching.
The realization was still choking.
My brain was still in a commotion,
My heart was ready for an explosion.I was a mess,
I was in a stress.
Convincing it was my fault,
Why what we had was in a halt.I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry and sorry.
I know it was my fault.
I'm sorry if I sometimes do worry.
I'm sorry if in your heart I was a default.I miss you, (I'm sorry)
That's true.
How about you?
Do you too?
___________________________Hi owo
I wanted to update and all since it's been SO long and someone told me to I tried making one. I hope you like this one? Because I found it a liiiiittle bit (a whole lot) boring. But Thank you for your support My fellow people to keep telling me to update -w-Ps. I do NOT call anyone Bae. For the sake of it rhyming. XD
AND ALSO kulang kulang kasi yung ibang poems ko which is trashy ik pero please bear with me.
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Odang I made this in I think.. 2017? I'm in 2019 lmao
I don't think its bad ^^ it's hmMMM I think it's the punctuations and syllables.. but it's okay I guess ^^ I was thinking of deleting this book but it looks.. okay I guess?
Anyway I really hope you liked it 😁
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Annihilation Of Hearts
PoetrySome happy, some sad; what can I do? Reality struck, bad.