croatoan-island reblogged
I wouldn’t call this love.
Me, looking round to see
If you’re looking at me,
Me, wondering if you’re thinking of me
When you’re probably not.
Me, staring out the window,
Staring at the shower wall,
Staring at the ceiling,
Staring at the ground, strangers, planning,
Mapping out our next meeting
In my mind.
Me, waiting, day after day,
Hopelessly, listlessly, achingly,
Holding on to a couple of drunken memories,
Will theys, won’t theys, do theys, don’t theys.
Me, debating the ifs and buts, the ins and outs,
And it wears me out.
I wouldn’t call this love.
I Wouldn’t Call This Love
By Ryan Havers
(via ryanhavers)
