Looked over
Abandoned conversation leaves the time passing slower
The red arm passes over
Over, over, over, and over
The words dwindle
Conversation is often lacking
Screens of black
To keep the number high
But meaningful encounters are of the smaller size
I hate you, I love you
I dont know you, I love you
Used to lust after you
But I now wish to ask you
About your life
Its okay
Your past is not my business
I just truly hope that one day your future can be my privilege
But until then
I’ll be here and I’ll be real
I respond quickly until my last day
For I know how being ignored feels
And I hope you never feel that way
Poetry 