Poems by The Living Tombstone System

3 AM

I picked up my glasses for this
It's funny to me and you now
I don't think we feel like talking now
But I will try this once and for all

I feel like I'm the only one progressing
While you're waiting for something
Or maybe I'm the one waiting?
And you've moved past me so long ago

Text me whenever you're free
I know you prefer others and not me
But too bad we can't choose it
Wish you knew it fucks me over enough

Don't expect a text from me ever
I am too full of myself for it
Doesn't mean I don't wish to speak
I'd love for you to respond like you used to

I'm too selfish for my own good
I thought I was the one who broke it all
But realised that I was the one hurting it
A simple text, I might breakdown there

Writing or not, it hurts enough.
I've lost my will to do anything
Attached and forced outside
Your words sound so similar to mine

Your words say what I am saying
Except it's all how I see it
You won't know this is about them
And they won't know this is about you

I'd text you if I didn't find you unapproachable
A simple hi and I will break it all down
This is the most pathetic poem.
Signed, a self-deprecating asshole.

-written by F-ie