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I’D LIKE TO CALL YOU SOMETIME
I’d like to call you sometime, but I just can’t get to that point.
It’s not that I don’t have your number.
I just don’t want to invade your space.
I’d like to call you sometime but how did you put it, can’t even be friends, it’s all my fault. I put you in some odd situations.
I’d like to call you sometime but then I think about that I stayed in a homeless shelter while you locked me out because you wanted to make sure I’d move out, although you knew that night that I had just finished paying the deposit on my new place.
I’d like to call you sometime, but the pain is still there. The knife twisted so that the
Wound wouldn’t heal.
I’d like to call you sometime, but I don’t, won’t and can’t allow our shared acquaintances to
Believe I’m not over you yet.
I’d like to call you sometime, but I can’t bring myself to relive the pain, so instead I will accept two things that I know are true. The us is over, I can never get it back, however I do get to be apart of the life being who loves me unconditionally, and if you tried to take him from me I would fight you to my dying breathe.
I’d like to call you sometime but the tears haven’t dried from my pillow, my heart is still breaking and I wouldn’t want to be a wet blanket to your affirmation of you being right and my being wrong.
