The dead silence is louder than ever.
The space between us only gets bigger.
Even when I try to reach for you,
you only walk away
without turning back.
What's the point of trying?
Why do I try to reach out
for things that are clearly
better off without me?
Wish I could go back
to when you were the one
who wanted to reach out.
What ever happened to that?
Sometimes when I start the call,
we end up laughing like we used to.
Then there are other times
when it's like you don't even know me.
Do I even know you anymore at all?
What's up with this inconsistency?
Why keep toying with my emotions?
Even if you don't know you're doing anything,
at least acknowledge that I exist.
Maybe I'm just making this too complicated.
I guess it's my fault that I've been ignoring you, too.
Why do I try to make things
the way they were before?
Why can't I try
to move on?
YOU ARE READING
i love u to the moon n back
Poetrya collection of poems about my seventh grade year where i deal with inner thoughts and emotions and how i see life and others around me.
