Poems.

Time.

It's been such a long time since I've been extremely happy.

There has been at least three thunderstorms since I wrote something that I'm proud of.

It has been six weeks since I've seen the person who I write an insane amount about.

Day after day it's the same routine.
Wake up to an empty house, with my parents and brother at work,
have breakfast,
and then basically do nothing for the rest of the day.

I have to initiate plans.
If I don't ask, nothing happens.
But, I shouldn't need to.
Friendship works both ways.
Doesn't it?

I haven't talked to one of my close friends in six rains.
She stopped trying,
and I figured that I shouldn't be trying so hard.
Nothing happened for a while.

It's been such a long time since I've been extremely happy.

I don't even know who to talk to anymore.