Anxious Anticipation
Anxious and giddy waiting for the much anticipated call
The minutes fade into hours and the harsh reality sets in
He was never going to call
Annoyed and hurt I toss and turn in bed secretly hoping the phone will ring
Thoughts of ignoring the call
Or telling him off for disappointing me again consume me
Finally decided that should he call I’ll tell him not to bother anymore
The bitter pain and disappointment is just too much
Finally sleep starts to take me and I hear the phone ring
Eager and desperate to know he cares I answer the phone without a moment’s hesitation
The same excuse as always is given
I want so desperately for this to be the truth that I ignore the gut feeling
In truth I know the only reason he called is because he was bored
I pretend like I’m not hurt and disappointed with his lateness
And continue to convince myself that he really does have feelings for me
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