I know I am a silly girl wanting silly things
when I want you to
come back.
But, if I could have things my way,
you would come back,
and beg.
And I could say,
I need to think about it,
but in reality
I thought about it
and I would say yes.
Then you would be back,
and we would be able
to go on a picnic
or go camping
or do all the things I
thought we might do together.
I'd even play games.
I wanted you to ask me.
I was waiting for you to ask me.
I think I would like that.
I was waiting then, like I'm waiting now.
You never asked then, so why
would you now?
I've asked everyone,
but everyone is pretty
sure that there's nothing
to be done about the
matter.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
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