The person you have called is unable to answer at the- click
That was the third time have called him since 7:00.
I sit the phone down in spite-full elegancey.
Another weekend crucified in the name of romance, I had, despite a nervous feeling in my gut, decided to stay home.
you see he had said he would drop by my place and we would have dinner at 6 and from there we would paint the town,
so like any idiot worth his salt, I believe him and wait.
And wait. And wait. And wait.
8 o’clock roll’s around and i decide to call back, but just as I pick up the phone an image shoots into my brain.
An image of all the ways he’s choosing to ignore my call, my voice and my intimacy.
I decided that its best that I give up on calling him, after all I have enough dignity to know when to give up.
That prior nervous feeling in my gut soon begins to weigh me down, I take a ****, and climb down from my porcine thrown reborn.

Oh, how I love him, at times so much it hurts.

At moments, too often, I catch myself smiling like an idiot who’s to full of himself to see that he’s wrong, and yet like that idiot I willing blind myself with emotion.

At times his touch brings a tender spark to another wise dull sentimental  heart, and other times his actions say more his words, with motions swift and sharp, sharper than any insult  he cuts me, leaving me in pieces. Numb to the wind and words he speaks.

And it is not until those very hands that cut me up, start to sow me together again, do I begin to get that old feeling.- Cole Lolicato