You know that was a lie.

I lied when I said “Not directed at anyone!” In a different poem.

Because I wrote that poem thinking about you.

I know you don’t like liars.

But what can I do?

When I don’t want you knowing how much you make me smile.

How my friends see my smile because I’m always thinking about you.

How I just wish I was online 25/7 even when I’m looking at your life file.

_Talking_ to you.

But what can I do?

I’m just some guy who you text on your phone.

But that’s what makes me rush home.

I rush home from my classes every day.

Because I just wanna know if you said “hey”.

You’re just so….

I can’t even sum it up into one sentence.

It annoys me to my core.

Because I just want to focus.

But I’ve never felt like this before.

We’re not even enemies.

We’re something less than friends.

And seeing you go offline is so annoying.

But even more annoying when I can see it all coming to an end.

You’re just so exhausting to text

Because you make me never want to rest.

At first I thought we were competing.

Now I’m sitting in my room thinking about all the ways you’re the best.

It makes me want to scream that you are sometimes online.

Because I can’t make conversation or else I’ll end up being the one lost to time.

It can be so annoying because you never understand.

The reason why I’m still writing is so I can be the one to hold your hand.

And yeah sure be a writer.

Of course I can be.

But I _hate_ writing now.

Unless I can make a way to write you with me…..

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Wrote this on like 7 hours of sleep.

Directed at multiple people in different parts.