I don’t leave the other side of the bed empty anymore
I guess that means I’ve given up.
I stopped sending you texts inviting you over
I guess that means I’ve given up.
And yet
I still turn the sound up on my phone
Even while I sleep
Just in case you call.
And yet
I still break down into tears
When I’m laying there alone.
I wish I could throw my feelings out
Out in the trash, where they belong
Life would be easier, wouldn’t it.
Instead
I long for when you’ll love me back