TALKING STAGE

 

Talking Stage

Is the most stupid thing 

man has ever made.

Yesterday, I thought you

were so into me.

Today, it feels like you ghosted.

Now, I am sitting and thinking 

what we had was all thought

of in my head. 

Take it slow now makes so much sense.

But I promise I never took it far with you.

Point me out if I lie.

I thought we had a thing in mind.

The first day I met you, 

heck I know I liked you. 

I wanted to know you, 

I didn’t even want to date you.

And I didn’t say a word to you.

I just said “hey, how are you”,

So from there we began talking.

And it was good while it lasted.

 

I enjoyed your calls,

It was good company that we shared.

I thought it was good, what we had coming.

Then you stopped calling and 

I had a bit of fear. 

And then you said

“We should take it easy”

That you were taking your time. 

You know what’s funny? 

I wasn’t taking it fast.

I wasn’t out of line.

And I understood so fast,

And I didn’t judge you for that. 

So, I wasn’t so mad when 

our text time was cut out. 

I thought that it was fine.

Grownish of you to want to figure us out. 

Then you’d go three days

without a word from me.

Then you would leave 

my messages unread.

Then you began looking like you had emotions that you couldn’t place.

I feared you’d hurt me.

Somehow, I thought you forgot my name.

I was looking forward 

to you forgetting my face.

I hate that I was getting excited.

I had to dig grave for my emotions.

I had thought I knew what this was.

I thought I knew what we wanted.

So once in 7 days call

changed to no days at all.

For formalities, you’d drop

messages in my inbox. 

You shouldn’t have tried at all.

You bring me triggers of 

love that didn’t work.

Of uncertain emotions.

I remember telling you more than once

That your method and

approach is outrightly wrong. 

But one thing I know for sure.

Every man knows what he wants

And you can’t tell a grown

man to grow up more than once.

I hate this result.

I hate that we had to talk at all.

you know what I would hate even more?

If you ever call me out of the

blues to say “what’s up”?