Message

No clue I had-what to do; That cold and lonesome night, Wrote him one small message; To try and make things right. Then I got upset; really don’t know why, Sent another message In hope to simplify. Panic came across me; Needed to explain, That I am not so desperate; I’m really not a pain. Mailed heaps of messages and Texted so he’d sight, Though every time I finished- Remembered more to write. Aware I sent so many It was a real outpour , Couldn’t really help it; Writing more and more. Embarrassed that I did it; Hundreds are to mention, Felt I had to have him and All of his attention. Aware it was too much and Now he isn’t talking, Understand anxiety Sick and was not stalking. Tonight the air is freezing... Feeling quite alone, If I sent him one more message Will a message bring him home? My feet are numb and I feel glum, I feel that I could die If I send him one more message Do you think he would reply? I understand that he is free And he is not my own Though will he answer just once more If I called him on the phone? Feel so sick I can’t explain, My stomach -a huge knot. Should I give a big wide birth Or just another shot? I understand that I’m not well Behaviours’ been excessive Though now I’ve gone above, beyond What’s another message? Could send a happy one Compliments and such Tell him that I’ve missed him and I love him very much. Would maybe make him smile and Not like me-depressive, What harm could it ever do To send a little message?