A cold war

A poet dedicated to those who is currently doing pull and push.

Text me.
I am waiting.
Talk to me.
I miss you so bad.

This cold war game that I chose to play.
Who will lose first.
Just talk already.
So we can just go back to how it was.

Is it over?
Are you thinking as well?
No matter how hard I tried.
I keep getting back to you.

Should I start again?
Letting my pride away.
I'm losing this game.
But, if I got you. I will.