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The telephone rings, inside. I hear it, because i'm waiting for it. I'm waiting for a telephone call. from you. Run inside,
grasp it off the hook. Breath. Force a cough. clear. "Hello!" Anxiously and nervous, palms sweating, head aching. SILENCE. "hello.." I hear the other line click. My tears bleed through to my heart. It was you. I know it. But you're still too afriad ADMIT YOU LOVE ME. It's not a game and i'm not that blind. I beg you to be blunt. Love me Hurt me but i need NEED an answer. Feed my soul. Wait! The phone is ringing. I watch it. two three four Ok, Ok, answer the god damn phone. "Hello." SILENCE That's it. Fuck you. I think but never say. As i pull away from myself, so close to the phone base, i pause. Breathe. "hey.." I pull back. My fingers are trembling and i cant see through my tear stained glasses. "Hello." CLICK. That's all. I don't understand. I hate him. I hate this. I grasp the phone to my heart. Breathing so loudly. I can hear my heart crying. Collapse to the floor. It's just not fair. I'm not this weak. Why cant he just love me back? I'm not that un-lovable, Am I? Are my insecurties really that. Ugly? I'm independent. Arent I? Crying is a waste. I stand up. Walking to the door. I can escape to the world. Start all new again. This Is My New Beginning. Watch out! I'm comming out a New Woman. Two steps Three Four. My hands are trembling but I stop them. I grip myself and give myself strength. Closed eyes, I open the door. One Step over the curb Open both eye lids. He's there. "I love you." The tears fall from his eyes. And I find my strength. Loving him is my greatest weakness Loving me is my greatest strength. I fall again. This time, not alone. Madness Of A Love Train. -Ashlyn. |
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