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Amy Mills Poem
can I turn off my computer
shut down my phone
turn off the lights
and open the blinds?
No
Because I look outside
and I see everyone pass by
Looking at their phones
Smiling at a text
Ending a phone call
Playing a game as they wait for a bus
And I think to myself
I wonder if there’s a message
Waiting for me
But I missed it when I turned off my phone
I wonder if
Someone is trying to call me
I wonder if you miss me yet
and reached out to say hello
I wonder if I jumped the gun
Maybe the break from that world
The one that strains my eyes
Till I can’t see without
Five hundred dollar glasses
The one that numbs my brain
and I can’t write without
Missing that red line to help me
Spell the words I want to speak
It was all too soon
But will it ever not be?
I look out my window
and I see the world
For what it’s become
I see how people have changed
How they depend on a device
So small
So delicate
So important
I close the blinds
I go back to where
I put it away
I turn on my computer
and wait for my phone to
Let me in
But nothing is there
No one is there
They are all too busy
In a world that’s not
Real
Copyright © Amy Mills | Year Posted 2016
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Amy Mills Poem
Hating you
is easier Than loving you
Because loving you
Would mean I miss you
Missing you would mean
I still want you
And wanting you hurts
too much to bare
Because I know you don't
Want me anymore
So hating you
Is easier than loving you
Copyright © Amy Mills | Year Posted 2016
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Amy Mills Poem
You never bothered to learn anything about me
You never bothered to ask how I am
You never let me console you when you were sad
You never wanted to learn who I truly am
All you got was the surface layer of me
You didn't ask what my favourite things were
While I could name all of yours in a heart beat
I tried to make things better
I tried to learn how you work
But as soon as things changed
And it was no longer about you
It was too much and you left
You made me hate myself
So much I wanted to change for you
Not for me
I cry not because you're gone
I cry because I let you do this to me
I used to count the seconds
until you woke up
Then I could share my day with you
Start yours with me
End mine with you
Maybe it was too much
Maybe it wasn't enough
Or maybe it was all wrong
Even if it felt so right
Copyright © Amy Mills | Year Posted 2016
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