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Chapter 80

habibi.nasibi.hayati.

poems.

I want to call you

cause I always did

just like

playing football

from dawn to night time

I want to talk to you

cause I feel interrupted in

living without you

I can't,

I really can't

tell you what's going on,

but I know,

I really do,

that I need you right now

and I'm sorry

that it hurts,

I'm sorry,

that you're hurt

cause none of this was

one of the things

you deserve

and I hope

that you're still listening

to those playlist we shared

I'm hoping

cause that's what I do

I'm still thinking of

walking, talking next to you,

still laughing

cause for any reason

you're the one crazy human

with the same crazy humor

as me

but I can't tell you this

I know

one time

you asked me for my address

and I wonder,

if you will send me a letter

I wonder,

if this day will ever come,

cause

I really want to read you

and your words

I'm waiting for your poems,

distracting myself,

I'm moving on,

but I can't forget

that you're out there

talking about the city of your dreams,

always saying

how much beauty you feel

around these towers,

but you don't even have a clue

how fucking beautiful you are,

how much beauty I feel

around you

you don't have a clue

how painfully I'd wish

things were different

still using snapchat,

but I ain't able to

picture you anymore

I'd throw away

anything that's left,

if it would help me to

change the future

cause I miss you

and

I want you to miss me too

I know

we've talked about puppies

and a house in spain

for your grandparents

I know

I'm the only girl

who's seriously working on sundays,

but

I just want you to remember some

silly facts,

silly places

just like walking through a graveyard

and blowing dandelions

into your hair

I want you to remember

how much you smiled

just because of me,

to be honest

I want you to

write about it,

write about

how often you think of me

how many times

you want to share a new song,

but aren't allowed to

show it to me,

but please,

show it to me

I want you to write

until it's getting better,

cause I know

I'd have to kiss you,

if you'd come around

and at some place in my heart

I know that you

really, really want me to

come around,

to show up

just the next time

you open the door

that's why I want to call you

I need to know what's going on,

I need to know

how you're doing,

cause I don't know

how I'm doing at myself,

cause I think I can feel that

you're just as broken

as me

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