I need you.
To talk to me.
Tell me I'm pretty.
I don't feel pretty.
Not anymore.
Not since you left
And your words
Faded to nothing.
I don't feel wanted.
Nobody needs me.
Nobody cares enough.
Not since you left.
It's not enough
To be told
I'm not fat, ugly
This and that.
I need
What you think I am.
I need you to give
A fucking damn.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
