I tap the desk with impatience,
Waiting for her reply.
Waiting is so boring,
Gah, I think I might die.
I watched all the TV show’s episodes,
So it’s not like there’s a thing to do.
Well, since I’m waiting here,
I guess I’ll write this too.
I wait for her almost an hour a week,
And it’s not like she’s never there.
I see her pretty much 24-7,
But, I guess she doesn’t care.
The rest of the world’s moving at a steady rate,
I can make 5 posts in the time for her to make one.
I don’t think she has much better to do,
It’s not like she has to sit here and write this.
The next day comes,
It’s like we never sent each other a message.
She just suddenly drops it,
It’s like we were talking about lots of boring stuff.
It’s like she took us sleeping,
And she made it an excuse.
Gah!
A better excuse is for her to sit here and write this, too.
Well, there must a word for this,
It’s right on the tip of my tongue.
The word… The word…
Ah, yes!
Ignorance is the one.
Author notes
The word "ignorance" can be taken two ways here. The first is the normal definition, and the second is like "ingorence," like you're ignoring. It's written about my friend Hazuki, on The Pokecommunity. I described her pretty well in the poem, and, yes, she ignores me the next day, every time.
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