unwritten

the never-ending cycle

I stare at my clock and watch a minute tick by.

I pick up my phone just to pass the time.

Longing,

Wishing,

Waiting impatiently for you to text back.

Minutes turn to hours and hours to days.

My eyes go ablur,

My mind is in a haze.

I stare up at my ceiling,

Then back down toward the floor.

I kick some things around in my room,

I scratch the paint off my bedroom door.

Running my fingers through my hair,

I whisper with fury,

"He doesn't even care about me anyway."

Just as I set my phone down,

It buzzes on my desk.

I pull it back close to my face,

And instantly have regret.

For everytime this happens

It is like a never-ending cycle.

I'm just one of many pieces

To his un-finished puzzle.