Is it too much to ask for you to talk to me?
I just want to hear your voice again,
To hear that you still care.

Instead you cast me aside
As if I was nothing.
Not your friend,
Not your enemy,
Just an empty shell of what used to be
The girl of your dreams.

Saying we can be friends
Usually means just that.

Instead you decide to never call,
Text,
Email,
Nothing.

If I am nothing to you,
Why do you still mean so much to me?

I once wanted to be an opera singer,
My four year old lungs
Screeching louder than my little brother's wails.

I wanted to be like the ones on TV,
Who could capture an audience
By their mournful croons and exuberant trills.

That fat lady in furs and pearls,
So devastated by her loss
That the whole crowd weeps with her.

I want to move people,
To make them feel all of my emotions
As if they were their own.