Knowing you
So yes you texted first,
but that didn’t mean you liked me.
Because I feel myself grow boring by every word I’m typing.
I try to ask questions,
get to know who you are.
But more and more,
you’re starting to seem far.
I want so bad to be cool,
but apparently all I am is a fool.
I crave your affection,
your ever-loving care.
Yet all we make is small talk,
and I’m starting to get scared.
(2015)
Lately, I've been writing about the same boy, so if you please, I have 2 other poems so far about my relations with him. I texted him out of a bet, him barely knowing who I was, but then we started talking and all my feelings have only been more confirmed. Now I'm sure he hates me because we make boring conversation, he's really nice but all we can make is small talk. This doesn't change MY feelings, every word is exhilarating but I feel like I'm boring him.
