When do you take time from your computer
To show me how much you care,
to possibly involve me in your life
and realize that I'm still standing here?
When will you be the first to call,
and the first to make plans?
And why is it we can't do something at the moment,
but rather always in advance?
We've been together for eight months,
and you have yet to let me in your home
It took me about three months
before you finally bought a phone
I've been through so much with you already
You'd think that we were married
When we're not even engaged yet
And now, that idea seems way too scary
If I was to ever have a long term commitment,
you'd need to prove you care
Your insisting words linger around me,
But your actions are not there
I love you with such intensity
that it's sometimes hard to catch my breath
You get me mad, and I try to move on,
and then your memory catches me like death
I wish you could put me before your computer games
It'd be nice if just for a few times
you could stop what your doing
Just to prove your heart is still equal with mine
I'm starting to give up easily
I'm so confused about what I should do
It seems that nowadays my option is to leave,
even though I love you.
Author notes
it took FOREVER to get those thoughts onto paper. this is the first poem in months, so give me whatever advice you want. maybe later i'll be picky, but right now i'm not.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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damn' you were right it is good
and then your memory catches me like death <---im jealous of this line the metaphor is fantastic
as for the one you wrote this poem about
he seems like he keeps digging himself a whole, like ive sad before it seems like sometims he cares & sometimes he doesnt give a fuck
he needs to decide if he realy wants to be with you and if he does he needs to pick it up a bit
like let you inside his house--seriously wtf?
anyway keep me updated
lylas
Sarah


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WOW
I love your wording. It's written with alot of maturity and feeling. thw words flow together really nicely. (And the rhyming was fa .
You expressed yourself well, and its one of them poems that id read lots of times, not just once. Fab write.



