Love Or Hate? Poem by Moe Roe

I feel we're ment for each other.
Every word that leaves your mouth,
makes me want to hug you and never let go,
or turn away and forever go south.

Yet you feel for another,
but she'll soon see you,
the way I see you,
and will be off to find someone new.

Every five seconds I check my phone,
yet when its a text that you dont get your way,
one hundred and eighty degree turn your tone takes.
and once again we're back to where we started.
most distant than strangers,
but all the intimacy of lovers.