"Hello?"
No response.
"Is there anyone on the other end of this line?"
Almost complete lack of sound.
"There's no dial tone, and I can hear you breathing. "
Silence.
I should really just hang it up, give it up, and walk away.
But I keep the line open for you because you know I'm here to stay.
I'm hooked, even when nothing benefited me at the end of your fishing line.
I accepted you at your worse, you were detrimental to me at mine.
Fooled me, you have me torn.
Knew I build up my walls and locked all my doors.
You tore the hinges off, forced yourself inside.
I was out in the open despite my pride.
But once you were in, you led me on to leave me hanging.
You had me in the dark for a great extent.
Which is why I was so attached to the few words you parted with.
Like a game of Marco Polo they were the only sense of which way to go.
But you had me walking in circles.
Did we ever get anywhere? No.
I know things don't happen overnight
But you couldn't even meet me halfway.
I thought I could proceed with your games, but it's me you played.
Received your busy signal so many times before, once I got thru to you I was satisfied.
But I refused to accept our two way conversation was a one way, so to myself I lied.
I gave you my all, asking for one thing in return and still you constantly shut me out.
As if I was asking for a lot, like it would kill you if the truth came from your mouth.
Your "oblivion" to how I felt soon turned to negligence.
I know you received my signals, even when our connection was lost.
Naïve by possibilities and hope from you dragging the line out.
You left me in a frozen state of mind.
It's time I defrost.
The more I had to pull information out of you, the more I pushed myself six feet deep.
It's like you forgot our history and who I was, even though you have caller Id.
When I finally said I was done with you, that wasn't me playing hard to get.
Your reign over me had me feeling down.
Unlike you, I said what I thought I meant.
You didn't even challenge me, which helped me strengthen my words.
You knew I was already hurting, it's almost as if your goal was to break me.
I finally felt I was headed down the right path for myself.
Rather walk away while I still have an ounce of my sanity
I wanna forget your existence and even that we were ever involved.
Ill always love you, you'll always have my heart.
But you can keep it now that you walked all over it.
That's why I've become heartless and stored it in a vault.
By time you come around, my numbers will have changed.
I'll be disconnected from you, no longer waiting by the phone.
So if you bother to finally hear me out,
*Beep* Mister please leave a message after the tone.
About Me
- Heiriana
- New Jersey, United States
- Now keep in mind that Im an artist and Im sensitive about my ish. Every since I was young I always wrote poems, songs, and short stories. So of course when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my first intial reaction was to say writer. Overtime the responses to that answer changed me, but never changed my way of thinking. I was told, "to be a writer was an impractical dream." And "Writing should be a hobby not a career." But in the words of my favorite artist I believe "if they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot them down". Writing is more than just a passion to me. Like air, it flows thru me. It's my reason for life, my reason to live. My poems are like my diary, how I view the world, life, and love. So feel free to read my poems. Take a look at things thru my eyes, my dreams and my thoughts from living life with my head in the clouds.