i.
He tells me about the girl he loves,
How she came in his life amidst the chaos,
And left, adding some more.
I think about you.

ii.
Some nights,
I want to cry like a child,
But this unknown lump blocks my voice,
And tears don't come out.

iii.
I talk about you a lot,
With friends who tell me to let you go,
With strangers who tell me to do the same.
With myself,
Ironically telling me to wait.

iv.
I can't write poetry,
I just whine by jotting it down,
And never reading them again.

v.
Certain random things remind me of you,
Lyrics of underrated songs,
Stranger's laugh on a call,
Description of a character in a book.

vi.
I tend to find you in everything.

vii.
He tells me that he wants her to know,
After he's gone from this world,
About how much he talks about her every night,
How much it hurts without her,
That he always wants to run and wrap her in his arms,
And he knows she feels the same,
I want to tell him that I feel everything he's feeling,
But I keep wondering if you feel the same about me.

vii.
Some nights,
I want to cry like a child,
But this unknown lump blocks my voice,
And tears don't come out.
And some nights,
I  don't feel anything.

viii.
Do you talk about me a lot,
With friends who tell you to let me go,
With strangers who tell you to do the same.
With yourself,
Ironically telling you to wait?

ix.
Some nights,
Do you want to cry like a child,
But this unknown lump blocks your voice,
And tears don't come out?

x.
Do you tell someone that you want me to know,
After you're gone from this world,
About how much you talk about me every night,
How much it hurts without me,
That you always want to run and wrap me in your arms,
And but you don't know if I feel the same?

xi.
Do you tend to find me in everything?

xii.
Let me know, maybe?