• I'm sitting here next to the phone... debating on whether I should call you. Are you free?
    Hopefully you're not the type to play around and break this man's heart.
    So if I call you now, am I just a bother or will your face light up like a christmas tree?
    Excuse my indecisiveness as I dial in your number then stare at it until my screen goes dark.

    I'm awake. Odd hours of the night, waiting for a reply.
    I know you see my text. It says read. I'm not blind.
    "Maybe you're busy and right now you just don't have the time."
    Then a status update by you, Oh gee, scratch that last thought right out of my mind.

    I'm disgusted at myself for seeing the world so vibrantly when really it's just black and white.
    Like old noir films, everyone has ulterior motives and their hearts are as black as night.
    No matter how much I want to call her and try to make her explain herself, nothing she says can really argue with the hard facts. . .

    I go into my phone, and I delete her number from my contacts.


    Sayonara, babe.
    I really loved you, but I guess you couldn't see that, guess your heart had cataracts.
    Sincerely, the man you scorned.

    P.S: You don't ever have to write me back.