It’s been pretty mundane,
Without a message from you today.
I tried not to get too invested,
But no words from you now get me frustrated.

I hope your heart’s in it as much as mine,
The connection we’re making is piling up dimes.
I could talk to you about similarities and fantasies,
Even speak about the weather and dull activities.

A day away from speaking to you makes me blue,
I don’t want to be co dependant nor lose you.
Who can I go to for this situation?
When there’s promises and a bunch of confusion.

I used to love the son named after the sun,
Texted him drunk one night, I wanted more for us.
Though he never felt the same way as I,
I hope...