It's nearly 2 a.m.
and I'm sitting here,
waiting for you
to text me back,
but as the night gets colder,
I realize
you're not going to respond,
because you mean more to me,
then I do to you.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming
PoesiaI fight the screaming, the fear, the embarrassing stupidity. I don't give in but. Sometimes it wins. Sometimes I lose who am I, I lose the ability to form to form to form sentences and thoughts wi which don't repeat the ability to form the ability...
