What I do, compared to you. (Reverse Poem as well)


United States

I text. 

You look.

3 dots appear.


I say ¨I love you¨.

No connection. 

A laugh, nothing else.

The cupcake phase is over. 

But the real stage we were suppose to be in.

It has dissapeared.

You are there for a good time.

Not a long time.

Now I´m someone else in your phone.

Who you supposedly love.

I put in 100%.

You put in none. 

I pump you up.

You leave me deflated.

I nurse you. 

You kill me.

I look up to you.

I´m below you.

I don´t need to do relationships in percents.

This should just come natural for each other.

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