Complicated Poem by Jamaica Alston

The anticipation of calling or texting you.
It hurts so bad
Why couldn't things be any easier
Or am I just making things
seem that bad?
But Its so hard to talk to you
because you are always with some other girl.
I miss you like
a parent misses their runaway child.
Waiting for the day you come home.
My heart aches when I see you and
my back burns with the judging eyes of your friends.
My eyes are swollen from the tears that haven't split
Wondering why and how things
ended up like this.
My soul is sore from the pain that's endured
And honestly I just can't do it anymore.
I miss you so much.