This is the first week
You have not contacted me
I stopped blocking you
I wanted to see
If you had stopped, and you did
I hope you gave up
You had to hate me
To finally leave me be
I'm truly sorry
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
