Things Said and Unsaid

This is the kind of stuff you write at 2 am on a sleepless night.

Yes I'm not sure Maybe That was fantastic No really, it was

I'm not lying to you I don't know I had fun tonight too

Really? You're beautiful I'm not sure how to respond to that

That's funny I never saw any of this coming

I'm good, and you? It's such a relief to hear you say that

I'm serious Okeydokey See you soon Good night beautiful

Good morning to you too I'm so sorry That sounded weird

You're good I don't want to get you sick Get some rest

I'll come bug you later You're too good for me I don't care

I brought you tea That's interesting Get well soon

I don't know what I'm doing either

I couldn't sleep last night

No. 

I promised I would never lie to you.

Can we talk?

Are you sure? 

Author's Note

If anyone's on The Prose, I also posted this there. Any thoughts on form, use of colloquial language, etc.? I'm looking for feedback!

Reviews

[kazzy]

This is a really unique poem. To me, it really gets at the heart of forced conversation/small talk versus what one truly wants to say. I get a lot of social anxiety, a lot of not being sure how to have a "normal" conversation with someone, and this poem really struck a chord with me. The organized chaos really works, nice job with this poem.