The lack of communication you give,
It kills me.
I feel like I am wasting precious time
That I know should not be given too you.

Yet, here I am
Wallowing away on my couch
Just staring at the picture you painted of
Just us two.

My grades slip,
My value slips,
I can feel everything slip
Away.

Simply! for the reason that I cannot seem to forget
That I am weak enough to still wait by the phone
Expecting you to answer in the fragile time line
Of 24 hours,
Yet we both know that it will more than triple that.

I've told, I've pushed  
I have exerted as much power and meaning that I could
To tell you that
I
Am
Angry
Mad
Sad
Hurt
Unloved
Alone
AND FORGOTTEN.

Yet I wait,
Because I know you will answer
But I do not know if you care.
I do not know if I am just another piece of clothing on the line that you string along.

I do not know when I will break,
When I will no longer stop my life,
To wait.