untitled                                    April 27, 2016
what would i have to say
to a man who doesn’t call?
does it matter if he forgot
or is simply testing me?
either way
why would my heart play
with a man who forgets it or tests it?

i have nothing to prove
and everything to lose.
it is easy to write i love you
when you want someone to come for you
but why would i do such a thing
when you don’t even say goodnight?

ah, but see, i do love you
and my heart is heavy with hurt
much to heavy to fly with
there is no plane on the planet
with enough lift to carry me
with this weight of worry inside of me

i took your picture off my phone
for why would i want to see
a man who doesn’t call?

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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