she asks me if i'm there.
i respond with silence.
we're fighting. we're always fighting. about things like why you ignored my phone call or why you still talk to your ex or why you came home late
or why you looked at a different girl when i was standing right in front of you. or why you dont look at me anymore when you say you love me. or why, when i tell you my heart is breaking, you dont kiss me. you dont respond with a love song.

she asks me if im there
i respond, no.
she tells me she loves me.
she looks away.