If you call me only when you think of me,
do you think of me only after you’ve been with another?
Or when you’ve hit a dry spell
that seems easily fixed by dialing my number?
If you think of me when you do not call,
does it cross your mind that I am not one
who appreciates lonely wednesday nights
and unspoken truths?
Can you tell that I am sick of you
after only a couple hours?
Annoyance at your lack of luster towards me
when you sit buried in your phone,
no doubt for girls that will fake smile for you
while I make myself at home.
You lie to me like the weather man,
finding it so easy to say things that
really shouldn’t have been said to a woman
who lives by literal text.
I can hope for sunny weather
but my umbrella stays unpacked
next to the bottle of red that helps me
sleep through reckless anger.
Honey tastes like the way you look me in the eyes
and apologize for not being there…
A star twinkles in answer
when my heart hears you say
“I can do better.”
Fire is my soul when you gift wrap your lies
in empty promise wrapper.
I want to remind you of a truth
that sits on the elephant’s shoulder.
If you are not there (literally)…
If you do not celebrate me,
Then you leave the door open for another
to say goodnight and goodmorning
to both your child and I
while you comfort yourself in excuses and lies.