These all came from a measly dot
that quickly escalated into a hysterical mess
of words and phrases that I cannot even connect
no matter how hard I try to make sense of it.
These all came from a lovely dot
that swoons, expanding gradually into fanatical and hopeless whims
which are never heard and received by the one
who never left, but ran away after all of these ended.
These all came from a hopeless dot
that never knew that this would even grow
because it’s always there and patiently waits
but she rarely even say what she should.
These all came from a wasted dot
that is so frustrated about what she has to deal with
that she can’t even figure out if there is a right time
or right place to do what she must.
These all came from a romantic dot
who almost didn’t make this long
because she’s too busy with constant fantasies and obsessions
instead of a dauntless confession.