I am 4 am on your cell phone Professing my undying love
Even though the relationship has been deceased.
I am the reason you live,
And the reason you hate love.
I am your biggest fan
And your brightest star whom shines so brightly
To illuminate only your sky.
I’m mad for you.
And you care not because I was the one who did the choosing.
I wish that I was one of those alluring women
Who know just what to say
And exactly when to leave.
Instead of that brash woman.
Who says too much
And not enough, especially when in love.
My timing is so off as well.
We used to be on time for church
But now the pew inside me is empty
And I can no longer lie and say “oh we’re just friends”
That’s a lie.
I cannot be loved.
I don’t know how.
I squeeze life out of everything.
I am not patient.
You are so slow to love.
And I am so quick to anger.
Yet here we are.