scattered thoughts.

Anonymous's picture

i'm over her.
(she has a boyfriend
and it bothers me)
we aren't friends anymore.
(i miss her like no other)
she's hiding something.
(i'm afraid to find out what)
i know i'm wasting my time.
(something is keeping me from just giving up)
i tell myself that i'm over her; that i feel nothing for her.
(thoughts of her never leave my mind)

why can't i just pick up the phone and TALK to her, for christ's sake?
(she ends every conversation abruptly with a poorly constructed excuse)

i don't even know if that was poetry or a very horrible piece of writing driven by my lack of sleep.


Neutrina's picture

*votes poetry* *hugs* "When

*votes poetry*

"When the people begin to reason, all is lost" - Voltaire