i deserve more
than what you've
given me, these
strange crumbs
of what, i don't
know, i can't figure
it out and neither
can you so i'm
stuck standing
here like a fucking
idiot, holding dust
as you continue
to text me and
smile at me and
brush your hand
across mine and
you say, "i miss you"
and i say, "me too" and
i wonder how you
mean it because
i know how i
mean it but you
can't even figure out
what you're feeding
me so how would you
know what you mean.
one day i'll tell you
how i really feel,
what i really feel about
these goddamn crumbs
and how much i fucking
hate them and it makes me
want to shake you and scream
and i'm tired of being
understanding and passive
and shit and i just want to
know what's really truly in
your mind because i don't
deserve to be left hanging
like this. if you really like me,
release me from this
chokehold.
