She's Antisocial

Contact.

That first moment when,

  After the painstaking process of figuring out who this girl is and how to reach her,

You finally get a reply back from one of your text messages.

Inside your head you've been wondering why it took so long,

but in your heart there are so many butterflies about that you don't even care.

You never stop and think about it do you.

Why does she never text me back.

You never care enough.

When she acknowledges you again it's like the world is back in rotation.

I don't know if she likes me back.

I don't know if she really knows I'm here.

She should know that I want to see her smile.

Every single god dammed day of the year.

I don't normally rhyme.

To that, I have to say.

If it's truly inconsistent.

Why bother me today?

She's my little anti-social butterfly.

With the my a little loose and undefined.

Maybe one day I can call her that.

Maybe not.

I hope she reads this, and thinks about what kind of person I am.

I hope when she is reading this that the positive things come to the surface.

She told me what she didn't like.

I'm sorry for that love.

So tell me what you do like.

I would definitely appreciate it.

Here I go again.

Rambling down the stairs.

I'm really almost certain.

You don't f*****g care.

You and She are different people.

She might care.

I hope so anyway.

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[Brooke Nicole Plummer]

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