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Woman Waiting for Phone to Ring

Woman Waiting for Phone to Ring — Image by © Dennis Galante/CORBIS

Anxiously waiting for you to call. But, for some reason I dont think you will at all. In fact, every minute that passes is not a minute closer to you calling but, rather a minute longer that you didnt call me or think of me. I have no choice but to let it be.

Although I sit here alone, my thoughts are overwhelmed by you. My heart is supposed to be red but, it’s a dark blue. I just want to turnover and empty it all. But, I’m just sitting here waiting for you to call.

I’m tired, I’m consumed, and I want to be free. My eyes aren’t even open but, you are all I see. I’m not even awake but, my heart is beating fast. Everytime I wake up only 10 minutes has passed.

You have no obligation. May not even have a reason. Don’t even know why I’m begging, it must be simp’ing season. I was just hoping…praying…and even wishing. But, I guess it’s back to reality, maybe back to plenty of fishing.

Maybe that’s why they call it a fantasy or even a dream. Maybe that’s why they call love crazy, do you even know what I mean? Why is love so strong? Why does it have such power? I didn’t know it could weaken, just thought it was to empower.

So what do you think? As you read my words…

Yeah you! What should I do, is love just for the birds?

Should I call, or should I wait?

Should I forget about her and find another date?

Am I crazy? Am I obsessed?

Are my feelings just a hot mess?

Please don’t just read…tell me what to do!

Just be honest, I don’t care if I look like a fool.

What would you do? What would you say?

I know you’ve been in my shoes, might even be in them today.

I’m tired of this, just tired of it all.

Should I sit and wait, or should I stand and call?


I don’t write, I just feel

I’m not eloquent with words, I am just heart broken

I don’t have a lot to say, I just have a lot tears

I am not wise, I’ve just made a lot of mistakes

I don’t have experience, I just repeat mistakes

I am not funny, my life is just a joke

I don’t have good analogies, I just tell my truth

I am not poetic, my heart just speaks

I am not lyrical, my life is just a sad song

I am not hurt, I am just dying

This is not a hobby, it’s just a chore

It’s not art, it’s just relief

I don’t want to, I just have too

It doesn’t make me happy, It just keeps me sane

I’m not happy to, I’m just too depressed not to

It’s not a blessing, it’s just a curse

Please don’t wish you could, if you really knew you just never would

So i front

So i lie

So i pretend to be that cool guy

Pretend to be that nice guy

Acting like I only want to be friends guy

Even though I see more in my big eyes

No, this is not a game

I’m not playing around acting lame

I’m just cruising in the slow lane while you are in the fast

Hoping that you will look over before you drive past

And notice me the way I notice you

And look at me the way I look at you

But, you’re in the fast lane with your passenger seat reserved

Loyal but, hurt when you found he has another her

Now driving fast to a destination that’s unknown

Now flying fast to a different time zone

If ever you pull over or are ready to land

I’ll be waiting here ready just to hold your hand

Ready to give you anything that you ever need

Ready to perform for you any deed

Even if it’s just for a single night stop

When you take off again… I’ll just start this poem over from the top

I don’t want your ass

What I want is your heart

You see it has been said that

Men use love for sex

And Women use sex for love

Well this type of man is not me

And this type of women is not for me

I don’t want your ass

I want your heart

An ass is easy,

I can go anywhere and find two cheeks and a crack, that I can flip up and smack

Though it may not be as big as yours

In fact, I have an ass too

So why do I want yours

I want your heart

I need your heart

I want your emotions, when you are emotional

I want to be your love when you are in love

I want to be the dreams during your day, while you are day dreaming…all…day long

I want my love to be your desire

Something that can set your body into an orgasmic fire

And something you are willing to beg and die for

I don’t want your ass

I want your heart

Although I lay in bed and grab my self late at night

And dream of your round, thonged ass in my site

At the same time I am holding my chest

And wishing for a piece of your heart

Yes I want your lust

But what I need is your love

Why do all relationships start with ass

And never…heart?

Let us start differently

Be less ordinary

Try something new

Can we begin with heart

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It’s just like PTSD

Love can cause trauma when there’s infidelity

They cheated on you while you were busy loving them

Naive,  now sorry that u even meet them

You gave them everything and some more

Even bought them everything in the damn store

Dont know whether to hate them or yourself

They took everything away from you that you considered wealth

Trust,  loyalty,  intimacy,  support

But they rejected you,  like lebron did iggy on the court

Now lost emotio1333701159741244nally witbout emotions

You sit alone at the beach alone with the oceans

Your  breath feels heavy,  you cry dry tears

Because you cried so much its only been a week but, it felt like years

First time you ever felt like dying

Now, as you lay alone crying

What to do now,  you just don’t fucking know

Thought you had a plan and was ready to go….

But the plane crashed in tragedy

Now the destination’s unknown

Every 5 minutes u stare and check the stupid phone

Waiting for a call that will never, ever come

An apology,  a good excuse, a misunderstanding

But,  everything was perfectly understood

Fact is,  they don’t love you and probably never did

They don’t love any more, you too wish you never did

Who knew love could cause trauma

Who knew love could kill

Who knew love could be used by the devil, to break someones will

Your heart needs a cast

Your brain wants to forget

You want to stop thinking about the revenge u want to get

Who knew love could cause trauma

Who knew a life could turn mute

Who knew love could kill

Who knew love could just drive by and shoot

Your hands are up and for once you welcome death

Would rather have that than taking another crying breath

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tumblr_mg6gn8kqNU1qdkmp5o1_500Feelings of inadequacy, less than a man

A feeling that is not the usual
A feeling that I just cant stand

Down graded to a little year-old boy
Sucking my thumb, breast feeding, playing with toys

I try to stand yet I get pushed down
Sometimes to my knee
Other-times down to the ground

My handsomeness turns in to cute
My strength evens becomes weak
My motivation turns to procrastination
My eyes only see blind

You intimidate me
Its not your beauty, I have had finer
Its not your money, I can be Bill Gates Co-signer
Its not your experience, I can write a how-to book

Its just the things that you do
That I also do
But you are better

I am no competition in certain areas of the mind
You just leave me stumped, with nothing to say
In aw that you even know, what you know
Things that I dont even know
Or have even heard of

Once felt educated, on top of things, knowledgeable
Once felt advanced, expertise, and right
Now feelings of idiocy, ignorance and noviceness
This is a feeling that I’m trying to fiight


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