I Pray one day your heart learns to love me

Am I wishing on bleeding stars?

Are we trying too hard?

Were we meant to happen?

Did we jinx fate?

Is there love?

Will there ever be love?

Silence echoes louder than the words you write. You respond with mere words that hold no emotions. I overthink everything you say — and everything you don’t; lack of commas in your sentences, why you wrote “me and you” instead of “us”. You put no emojis, and that’s okay. But I ask you to put love somewhere in your words. Put some effort into us. Perhaps your replies are plain and dull — because I’m boring.

You say you love calls, but you never call me. I talk to you, never with you.

This is the last time I’m asking you to see me.

The way you wound me, would you endure it if roles were reversed?

I could never wound you so.