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>i cant.

>i tell you

i cant wait any more
      for when youll see fit to meet me
i cant keep postponing the day
      when ill actually get to touch your dreads
i cant keep pretending
      you want to see me
i cant keep believing
      you care about me, as you say in your msgs
i cant keep thinking
      maybe next monday she’ll have time
i cant keep hoping
      you will join me for coffee
i cant keep looking left, towards the bridge
      hoping to see you
i cant keep clicking Next to that same photo of your smile
      the smile that i miss
      that fucking arrogant smile you used to give me
            before we kissed

and you say
      “apparently you dont care enough.”

but i do
      too much even.

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