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you never ask

Posted to Action Poetry




now i'm staying in this darkness
eyes open
and i wonder
and how many times a day do you think of me, baybe?
how many times a day do you remember that there's someone in the other part of this indifferent town that you haven't called in a while?
how many times a day do you realize that i need you to make me laugh until i fuckin cry, and to hold me til i forget?
how many times a day do you count the depressions that we've been through wondering if we're not into one right now?
how many times do you take to rebuild my image in your mind?
do you remember how i look?
what color are my eyes, baybe?
how long is my hair?
where did i last cut?
you don't know, baybe...
just like you don't know that you got me writing love poems
and singing skunk anansie lyrics in my head
just like you don't know that i love you
how would you know, baybe?
you never ask...