Day after day I wait for your call,
And every day, it's the same old story.
It seemed to have started so small, in fact,
I don't remember it at all.
it doesn't change the truth,
That I don't know what hurts more these days.
Is it that time and time again,
You're too busy, or you forget?
Or is it the fact that it crushes me each time I realize
I'm not surprised at all?
Every time, I tell myself to hope,
Hope that today will be the day you remember to girl
Waiting on the other side of the line,
And dial her number.
Dial MY number.
But, to be honest, I don't even believe my own lies
Why should I, when I know
The phone is never going to ring?
~The girl on the other side of the line
My best friend...my BEST FRIEND is the one who puts me through this. Pathetic, on so many levels, and I hate knowing that I'm losing her day by day, and I don't know what to do. This goes out to anyone who has ever felt this way at the hands of a loved one.
I can unfortunately relate.
I have felt that way, exactly as u say..... but luckily it wasn't because of my best friend. I really like this poem!!