i am all yours.
It’s like talking to the wall: schizophrenic, crazy and tedious. The silence on the other end brings nothing but heartbreak. There’s no interest in your tone. You’re just waiting for me to hang up so you can promise to call me and then forget. The pain is numbing. I can’t even get up from the floor. I lie helpless to move. The tears soak my carpet through and through; they’ve burned holes in the floor and holes in my heart. I am defenseless. I am vulnerable. I am a virgin. I am at your mercy. Slice my veins with your sharpest razor so I can feel again. So that I know that I am real.
Real to you? Never. But you’re real to me. In every way-the sound of your voice, your footsteps in the hallway. They echo forever and reach my ears minutes after you’ve gone. I am still lying here, though. And I am playing every word you said to me over and over and cherishing each one. As if they were kisses. As if you were telling me that you loved me.
And you never did.
youknowyouloveme
Real to you? Never. But you’re real to me. In every way-the sound of your voice, your footsteps in the hallway. They echo forever and reach my ears minutes after you’ve gone. I am still lying here, though. And I am playing every word you said to me over and over and cherishing each one. As if they were kisses. As if you were telling me that you loved me.
And you never did.
youknowyouloveme