You say "I think about you a lot."
And I bite back a laugh.
"You're a little to late. Where was this thinking when I couldn't focus for two months? When I was so sad my mother was concerned and told me to come home every weekend from college for almost a month? When I couldn't shower or sleep or leave the house because maybe you'd knock on my door? I finally stopped waiting. If you can't stop thinking about me.
You should stop.
Because "thinking" about me isn't enough anymore."
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
