Being human is having a bunch of dilemmas,
Unable to answer, unable to respond.
I often swear on a promise,
Even ones I can't achieve.
I miss you so much, that my heart hurts,
I haven't shed a tear, yet my eyes burns.
Never has there been a day I haven't thought about you,
I only realised three years later that I've always liked you.
I thought it was just a desire to meet,
But now I realise maybe it's destiny.
Maybe I'm just. Stupid. Young. Irrational,
And don't know what love is at all.
It's been days, weeks and almost a month,
Yet I haven't even received one message at all.
I just want one text and that's enough,
But it seems like I'm not worth that one text.
I begin to question everything,
But I should keep that trust standing.
I really really miss you,
I don't want to text first.
I want you to text me,
To prove what we have is real.
But maybe I should be considerate and go easy,
You have your life, I have mine, and maybe it's just busy.
By Lucinda Melrose
Created: 18th May 2020
Edited and Published: 13th August 2020