You're supposed to care when I'm upset
You're supposed to read my signs of distress
You're supposed to be there to talk about it
You're supposed to put time aside for me
put down your controller for me
pick up the phone for me
send me love
tell me I'm special
make me feel wanted
show me you support me
do you love me anymore?
do you take me for granted?
Your absence of attention and affection say yes.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Is Not Like Yours
PoesíaI just let myself start writing, opening a pathway for my emotions to spill out in words. It's a kind of therapy, you could say.
