I keep checking to see if you finally
Wrote me back.
I stare at the empty box.
I will you to reply.
I beg you to read my thoughts
As you tend to do.
Yes I know you're busy.
I know you have a life.
Even share it with someone.
That someone isn't forever.
Neither were the others.
I feel you try to ignore the pull.
But it's there.
And everyone sees it.
They knew before we did.
Telling me to hurry up
And fly to you.
Believe me I want to.
More than anything.
If you asked me I would.
When you're ready
I will be too.
I keep drawing the same
Pictures over and over.
But it's not complete
Without you.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet & Dark Nothings
PoetryThe first collection of my poetry. Things that rattle through my mind in the night. Thoughts and fantasies, wishes and dreams, fears and sorrows.
