I sent my last message a week ago
A simple, passive, “hi”
Nothing meaningful or deep
Not a speech to make you cry
But you still didn’t respond
And so eternally I’ll lie

Pretend I never texted
Pretend I didn’t care
Pretend your lack of presence doesn’t make me pull my hair
Pretend your pretty face
And your stupid, fed-up glare
Don’t make me wish and crave to be the subject of your stare

But besides all of that longing
You know what’s worst of all?
I truly wholly believed
That you were going to call