Missed Call
My phone is vibrating yet again. I picked up my phone and see a number and a name flashing.
To most this would be pure excitement to me it's an annoyance. Which one is it going to be
today? I close my eyes until the vibration stops and a message flashes across the screen that
says missed call. I just missed another prospective lover or in the way I like to think about it
another heartache. You see if you can't reach me don't take offense ... Don't think i'm trying to
play you it's just my personal tactic of avoidance. If on a daily basis you get my answering
machine don't feel bad just let go because i'm in the witness protection program and i'm trying
to keep things exactly the same yet make dramatic renovations. I want to make sure no one
else hurts me like this... yet im attracted to this mistreatment almost an addiction. So sorry
caller but im having a hard time keeping my focus on picking up when all I really want to do is
ignore. Stay in this bubble of unchangeable things because just maybe if I don't pick up I will stay
miserable. Stay exactly the same. I hate the thought of myself drifting. Waiting for that one call...
waiting to hear that sorry echo across the line. Just waiting to fall back into that one callers
arms, a call I could never miss. A call that i've been anticipating. My life is on hold, so close to
pause. So for all you missed calls out there im sorry but im too occupied to answer.
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