I couldn't sleep because of him,
He wrote me two poems and texted me them.

I'm learning so much about myself,
He tells me that he thinks I'm beautiful.

I put on a song I told him I loved,
He tried to have a conversation with me.

I wrote out my soul and gave it to him,
He read a book I gave him long ago.

I told him I need him to start something,
He responds to everything I start for him.

I read things and they soak into my bones,
He tells me about his baseball game.

I write things and they display myself,
He reads the things I email him.

I asked him what it is he loves about me,
He says it's the way I talk to him,
and the way I make him feel,
and the way I look at him,
and the way we are together.

I tell him it feels like he doesn't care,
He promises me that he cares,
but he doesn't search me out,
and he doesn't ask questions,
and he doesn't go out of his way.

He tells me that he cares,
but if he really cared,
wouldn't he care?