the other night
I cried myself to sleep.
I felt pretty miserable
real lonely.
not your normal lonely.
the sort when it hurts
because you’re not around.
unexplainable pain and need and want.
ouch ouch ouch.
it’s the sort of pain where
you can’t do anything without them
and you have no idea if they’re thinking of you
but
you don’t think they are.
that’s why i make sure to say to you
‘remember,
someone is thinking of you’
I say that to reassure
so that you know
I’m thinking of you
and that’ll maybe make the night seem ever so slightly less dark,
this cage ever so slightly larger
and my love ever so slightly stronger.
And I am thinking of you
in one way or another
because I feel that if someone’s thinking of you
if even in the tiniest, littlest part
if even if it’s just next to nothing
it makes you feel better
like I matter a little to someone.
like I matter a little to you.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
wow.
that really helped me.
THANK YOU WORDPRESS!!!
😀
man, you make me wish that someone was thinking about me…
sadface.
heck.
I make ME feel that way.
it’s only fair that you feel the way you force others to feel.
^new concept to think about there… it just popped out of my head, that’s fantastic.
Three cheers for New Concepts!
Whoot whoot.
Yeah.
But actually I felt it, so I wrote the poem to inflict others
with it a little.