I wish your aim matched your claim
Your claim to love me.
To want me.
I can't tell you how many times I've been ignored.
How many times I've been left alone.
How many "men" have both abused and neglected me.
You're no different, I guess.
And if you are, it's only because at least the others gave me some form of attention.
You're absent unless I reach out, and even then it's a gamble if you react or answer.
Trying is practically pointless.
Trying to talk to you is pointless.
It's like trying to eat cotton candy underwater.
YOU ARE READING
Why Don't I Write You A Poem
PuisiI write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.
