I check my phone, again and again,
Wondering when you'll send a message, a sign,
Maybe, just Maybe, you're thinking of me too.
But the screen stays dark, and the silence grows louder,
And I'm left here, lost in a fantasy,
Where you care as much as I do.
Everyone says they'll call,
But they don't, do they?
It's all just words, empty and hollow,
Promising connection, but delivering nothing.
Still, I can't help but hope,
That you're different, that you'll be the one.
My heart races each time it buzzes,
Only to fall when it's not your name that appears.
I tell myself it's just a game,
That I shouldn't care so much,
But the truth is, I do.
I care too much,
And that’s the problem.
So I sit here, staring at the phone,
Hoping, wishing, waiting.
But deep down, I know the truth:
If you really wanted to call, you would have.
And yet, I keep hoping,
That maybe, just maybe, you will.
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RK
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I’m RK, weaving emotions into every line. My writing reflects life’s beauty, sorrow, and quiet moments. Join me in a world where every word is felt, and every story leaves a mark on your heart.
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Comments (2)
Beautiful and sad and very real about humans nowadays this month is a hungry ghost month so many fake people may appear that will actually hurt and may end leaving You with nothing while You truly care so I hope You can get over such people and heal from them to find a real One !
Nicely written poetry. Very poignant, too.