When the phone rang,
I always expected it to be you
but it never was
and my stomach ate my heart
the same way I ate away
all the feelings that were pulsing within me,
I miss you, I hate you, I miss you, I love you, I miss you, I hate you.
Over and over again
would those thoughts play
like the annoying song on the radio
maybe it was because I thought
you were the one thing that would never go
but you did
and now my spine has curved
from the knives that were embedded into my back
with all the disappointments and tragedies,
your betrayal and lies
But still I whispered, looking out my window for you,
"come back to me"

--k.b