Loosing You

Lame internets hearts.
The dreams with my fingers
laced in someone else's
anyone else's
but yours.
Pitiful goodbyes.
Innocent flirting glances.
Lunch with boy friends
everyone else's
but mine.
Empty questions.
Lengthy texted news
from my phone
to somebody's
but not yours.
Argumented apologies.
Constant tears fall
and any boy could
push them away
but not mine.