i'm tired of this fucking
game
we play
where you decide that
i'm not quite your
first priority
or that
i can wait

[and so i do]

i sit, like an idiot,
phone in hand
knowing it wont ring because
today, i'm not important

and it shakes me in my sleep
[not hearing from you]
and it boils under my skin
[being your second best]

the love we share
is only my love, recycled and circulated

y o u r . " i l o v e y o u " . i s . o n l y . a n . e c h o

and because you seem to know
what really matters to you
i sit by the phone
and silently, alone,
i wait

09/11/2005

Author's Note: the boyfriend that doesn't call.

Posted on 09/12/2005
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