If Poem by Natasha Andeyi

If staring is the only thing left to do,
I'll do it with all the passion left in me.
If typing those feelings down and leaving them in the draft is the far my courage will go,
then meet my contemplation at the recycle bin.
If the best our chats can do is be the epitome of two conflicting yet desperately similar sides,
then let's give our souls something to think about when we're in our calm.
If communicating through signs and symbols is the new way to get things through,
then some doctorate in in between the lines is what we should have.
If and if and if.
Maybe it's the middle name we didn't know we had.