Sighs in the July night

I'm weary of writing poems

And laying discontented in my bed

Staring at the ceiling,

Wondering how it'd be if you were here instead

There's so much hesitation, so many questions without answers

Your silence is a message too loud for my heart chamber

I'm no good at letting go

I grasp tightly to what was

Hoping you'll trust me and feel my love

There's no glance as blank as yours 

I wouldn't know anymore cuz I don't even see you

I heard you changed your hair

I bet it really suits you

If letting go is your way of finding a lighter load

Then I suppose I would respect that

But damn, I don't even know

You only hear what you want,

Disregarding the rest

I've told you that it pains me

How much your silence steals my air

How I'm struggling for my voice

You don't seem eager to help repair 

Love is supposed to be mutual

But you perplex me, you're so unusual