"He's probably busy."
She always told herself,
It was becoming a habit,
When the glow of the cell phone screen disappeared.
She kept lying to herself.
She lied to herself,
Thinking it would heal all wounds.
It did for a little while,
But then it would the hurt would rip back open,
And she'd be in pain all over again.
She didn't want to be too clingy,
But she needed someone close to her heart.
Someone who she doesn't have to lie for,
Someone she wasn't busy for,
Someone who can show her what love really was.
But he was always too busy,
Never bothering to reply,
Never bothering to start conversation.
He created this little cyclone of disaster,
Oh, Dorothy, how do I ever get back home?
BUT HOME WASNT ANY FUCKING BETTER!
Parents... Busy.
Siblings... Busy.
Friends... Didn't really have any...
Everyone is always just too busy.
