Nobody Knows, Nobody Knows but Me…That I Sometimes Cry…

I pretty much hate...

everyone I pretend to love.

So you called me at 12:37

Tell me something
anything
Tell me how much you miss our first year of high school
you a senior me a sophomore
Tell me much you think I've matured and how you love me more now than
ever
But don't call me for any other reason
Call to tell me that without me your days are like your nights
Nothing.
That you miss the way the streetlights hit my face as you kiss me not so
gently on the lips
But don't call to tell me how you met someone
how excited you are.
I
Don't
Give
A
FUCK
I don't want to hear how beautiful how eyes are when she wears green
or how smart she is
or how she got your joke about the stick
I don't want to hear how she is a good Christian
Call me to tell me life isn't the same since you decided you needed the
space to fuck every bimbo you could get your hands on

I mean

Breathe...how you needed the space to breathe
Call me to tell me you miss me writing song lyrics about you I may never write another song that is about you unless it's in mourning of
the loss of something beautiful
Call me to tell me...
no, on second thought,
don't call me
it's easier to loathe you when your voice isn't
ringing in my ear, my heart
Sometimes, silence is the loudest kind of noise