The Idiot of Birth After Birth

 
After logging into Facebook, I think,
I won't look at you. Won't read what you're writing.
Then I find myself forgetting everything,
just watching you!


Are you annoyed with me? For some reason?
Did I write something wrong to you? Or say something?
Why are you so completely silent? Toothache? Or your hand?
Or do my feelings seem meaningless to you?
Of course, that wouldn't be unusual.


Maybe you're busy. Or thinking it's fine not to reply.
Yes, you're right to think so, it's fine not to reply to me.
But after sending you something,
I wait for some small response from you.
Stay well, very well.


You remain just as you are.
When I understand you're deliberately not replying,
that's when the waiting will end.
Even though there's urgency in this feeling,
I won't go searching for you anymore.


Hey boy! Why aren't you replying to my messages?
How many times have I told you, after writing you something
I wait,
and still you don't understand.
Are you only this clueless when it comes to me?


Will you stop sending those "yes" "mm" "hmm" on mobile?
Walking in the sun, I'm already tired,
and on top of that, I won't reply anymore
to your emotionless sentences like these. Go!


Are you some kind of idiot for lifetimes, tell me!
Look, as a girl I'm good enough,
if you keep this up I'll turn rude, you know!
Then don't say later that I'm disrespecting you.