Ramblings from my broken soul

While you were sleeping

I wanted to talk and cuddle and share

Feeling lonely

I wanted to tell you how I felt

I wish you’d stay with me till dawn

I needed to feel needed

I needed you to talk; cuddle and share

With me and not another

While you were sleeping

All I had was a notepad app to make conversations with

Its silent replies of clicks from my typing were not enough to fill the void

But just enough to keep me company

It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t want to talk

You would just be listening

To my rants about the pieces of my broken soul that needed to be put together

Or you would just do the honour

The urgency is unbearable

It feels like a disease

I hope in the morning

It won’t be too late or too early

Too late for the relevance of my rants

Or too early for you to listen to the ramblings about my broken soul.