Jacqueline collier

Written in 2024/DEC

(I realise it’s the evenings
when my feelings hit high-tide,
gnawing at my loneliness
to try to force some openness.
I still pretend I’m fine.)

I’m sending signals telepathically
but you won’t pick up the line.
I don’t want to be demanding
but could you try to read my mind?

You know, I don’t like to be needy
but this is hard to keep inside,
’cause I’ve been lonely and mistreated
and I wish you’d call tonight.

I know it’s not your job to soothe me
’cause you’re busy with your life,
but I wish you weren’t so far away
every time I cried.

I wish things had worked out differently,
and I was stronger all the time,
but the fact is you’re still far away
every time I cry.

(I’m scared this hurts me more
than it will ever hurt you,
’cause this pain for me feels brand new.
Do I miss you more than you do?

And I’m scared I need you more
than you can provide for.
I don’t know if I’m stupid
for thinking I’ll get through this.)