I sit at this desk
silent room
12:25 a.m
the world; asleep-ing
And I stare and pray
that you call me
I need you to call me
call me call me call
me please
As I write the
words, I hope you hear
them, the pen scratching
like an alarm that
wakes you from your
hot sweaty slumber
It's so *******
anger-making, frustrating
that I can't call you
it's like some sick
game we play
And right now we
are both losing
I could call
But then I would win
And I can't bear
to make you the
loser
tonight