A Conversation With My Phone

I need you to call me I see your tears in every digit I dial Hoping your forgiveness will pick up and warm me Silence was a sanction given to me without a trial Seating next to this phone listening to my feelings Realising that I am I because you are My stupidity found a loop hole in your feelings If only you pick up, I will tell you that "you are" I will stand in this rain demanding for your forgiveness Create a pile of rocks until I break your window I love that you are my weakness As I dream of taking these actions while tears stain my pillow Please, I need you to call me I will recite these words on your answering machine Hoping my voice will find a spot as yours has in me Forget the world as long as you are mine All of this love with your name on it Spray paint this phone booth until you notice me Your number is a key combination to our happiness, so i'm redialling it When you receive all 99 of them, please call me.