begging you to reach out,
I know you see me
via NYC and elsewhere,
like the internet and its proof.
say something, anything.
hello, can anyone hear me?
I guess this is your style now.
I always saw you through.
I know you hate me and this,
and you think I am a criminal,
but I know you read this.
am I coming in clear, girl?
take a look in the mirror.
why hide in the safest town
when you can risk it all.
maybe we will live forever in these poems.
maybe not.
it's worth a shot.