Waiting to be Forgotten

The one person

Who could ease my mind,

He is no guarantee.

He does not see me,

Not like I see him,

With stars in my eyes,

And flutters in my belly.

Reciprocation, all I crave;

A need for me,

A calling.


All I receive,

Vague statements,

And unspoken truths.

I'd cry to him;

Scream, even,

If it would get him to listen.

Instead, I hold in my truth.

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Written: 2/22/2018

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