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It's not like I sit around waiting for you to call.
You never call.
It's not like I keep looking at my phone to see if you texted.
It's not like I can't get anyone else.

It's that evening time again.
The time when children are home,
The time when adults get off work,
The time when I should be eating dinner.
The time when I wish I could see you.
You have the power to make me the happiest little lily pad,
yet the most anxious mess in the world.

Here I am, once again, ready to run.
Things were going good. It's when things go good they go bad.
Silent bad.
You might message me later,
you will apologize, when will I have enough?
You probably will message me, but after I put more quarters in the machine.
I tend to have a backup plan.
I don't sleep with them, I just treat them like my money.
Worthless.
Play around with their feelings, I think It makes me feel better.
Occupied at least.
This could be the reason I've been told I'm "Promiscuous".

I'm not looking, just "checking out" for love.
I'm hopeful yet it makes me want to cry.

Why do I give up before I even know what's going on?
Why do I break all ties?
Why do I have to leave before I'm left?

After all, I am a woman, I don't know what I want but I've gone though enough to know what I don't want.
And to me, that's progress.