you fucked up
i shouldnt want to talk to you
but i sit. and wait.
for the call from you that never comes

i dont mean to seem so cliche
but you were different
or at least i thought you were

whether what you said
was fact or fiction
i ate up every word
and desperately begged myself
to be strong
and to no longer
hold on
to the little thing i would call our past
memories that i just cant let go of so fast

but wait...
you fucked up
so why am i still
so drawn to you
emotions gone wild
not knowing what to do

i used to just want to see you
and melt you with my gaze
and now i cant throw myself
out of this catastrophic daze
that ive fallen into
ever since i met you

why would you do that to me?
why would i let you?

im not pathetic
and your not my last resort
yet i still sit.
and wait for the call from you that never comes

I really like this, and understand it all too well.

I have found life to be a tremendous disappointment. I only endure it because I keep hoping that it will get better. But it won't, and someday I will have to come to terms with that, and that will be the end of me. At least it will be at the time of my own choosing and by my own hand, at the moment of truth.

Thank you for this sad but true poem.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie