untitled poem.

there are 33 texts on my cell phone that
im afraid to delete, cus i keep thinking
we have lost the connection and you
wont send more.

they even have a separate folder.

theres an old note from you in my
notebook that i cant bring myself to
throw away, cus i want to keep the memory
of your feelings towards me.

i carry it with me.

theres a time bomb on my mind telling
me to call you, but i dont think you want
to hear all the stupid things i have to say.

i wouldnt know how to put it into words anyway.

and its just too easy to tell you how angry
i am in an untitled poem that can be
taken so many different ways, but youve
broken me too many times for me to
want to tell you im still in love.

today ive decided to stop waiting for you.