Silence

As I lie here on my bed a million thoughts enter and exit my head. Involuntarily my eyes drag themselves to the clock. As I look at the digits on it I get a cold chill within me. Then my eyes continue to slide a little bit to the right and onto the phone. It’s late, and I still sit here waiting for your call. I told you I knew you weren’t going to call; but I guess a part of me was hoping you would prove me wrong. Yet once again my instincts were correct and you fooled me with your false promises. All I wanted was for you to tell me why you choose to treat me like this. I am worth so much more than your constant rejections. Pathetically I stay here in my bed alone waiting for your call, anxiously wanting to hear your voice whisper lies to me yet again. I stay here with the silence of the wind wishing I could get over this and let you go.

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