please respond—
see,
of you—i’ve grown terribly fond
eyes: rich and brown
in them, i would happily drown
please make my phone glow
with a message from you
please let me know
you feel something,
anything,
because this silence is deafening
the desperation i feel…
so pitiful, it’s unreal
said you carried me in your pocket,
but, your heart—
i think you’ve locked it
away from my reach
i don’t understand
which wall of yours
have i breached?
i didn’t think we had walls anymore
i thought we let them come tumbling down
i thought they didn’t stand a chance
once we caught first...