I heard my phone ring.
It must be my mind playing tricks on me again.
For I’ve given up.
I have given up the hope that maybe you’d stop being cruel to me and start talking to me again.
Staring at my phone. Again.
Fighting the urge to text you. Tell you that I’m upset.
Afraid because I hate confrontations.
Afraid because I know that the moment I hear from you, your voice …or just a text,
I’ll feel better and forgive you. Just like that.
So I decided.
I’ll just stare at my phone a little longer.
I don’t like how weak I’ve become.
(Source: theromanticrab)
