You know that cry? It's silent and soaks the pillowcase.
I don't cry much, but I do get angry and tend to pace.
Why are you so angry?
Life is notorious for knocking me down.
Maybe that's what's wrong with me too.
There's nothing wrong with you. Why were you crying?
Because, I'm not normal. I wish I could get over him faster.
What's normal?
I suppose not lying.
To whom exactly?
Myself...
If it makes you feel any better, everyone lies. You're telling me that beautiful smile of yours isn't real?
Usually, it's faker than a counterfeit bill.
I very much adore your smile.
Its been a while since someone gave me a compliment. Thank you.
Sometimes we're sad or angry, because we fail to notice all of the love surrounding us.
Anger management issues or not, you're not so bad.
I'm glad at least you think so.
Can I ask you something else?
Go ahead.
Why did you answer the phone this late? Are you not in bed?
I'd do anything to help clear your mind. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
That's sweet. But, why?
I hate I'm not the guy you love, yet I still like to know you're ok. After all, we've been good friends since way back in the day.
Maybe I should go now.
That's understandable. It's a lot to process. I won't keep you up. Goodnight.
Wait... You don't sound angry.
Should I be?
No, but...
Even if I get upset, I would never take it out on you. Love whoever you want. It doesn't have to be me.
I'm sorry. I don't know what to say.
I get it. It's ok. Sweet dreams.
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Comments (5)
This is one "Speaking volumes" poem! You took the idea and ran with it. PowerFULL!
This reminds me of someone I loved who never got it; bittersweet.
Aww this was so sweet.. the friend guy would be a keeper if he was seen. Human emotions are usually like these.. Intriguing and sad and beautiful anyway!
I felt so sad for him. I wish I could give him a hug 🥺
You have beautifully captured the emotions and complexities in human relationships.... Truly captivating poem!