comfortable silence
even though i can’t hear my own voice.
i’ll say it once again, i love you.
and as the silence breaks
with your “i hate you” gasps,
i still feel the same way.
i thought about calling you today.
you’re eyes are rolling
my stomach is churning.
this is it. what i’ve been waiting for.
oh yeah, i said i love you.
oh yeah, you said it too.
but you never really meant it.
and i never meant to say it back to you.
you’re just an accident.
i’d do anything for another taste of you.
you are good white wine.
champagne, in the country.
but you’re spoiling, not fermenting
you’re causing sobs, not drunkeness.
oh let me be shakespeare
i’ll spin you a tempest, a romeo, a pan.
Alas! Poor Yorrick.
you’re breaking his heart too.
i hate you when i’m hurting.
i hate you when you’re hurting me.
this love is unconditional.
it’s me waiting by the phone
to cry when you don’t call.
you won’t call.