Poems and stuff

maybe it was 10:53 am

i can't recall the time it was 

when you walked through my door

asking for 50 cents,

just two quarters, and nothing more

i was lying in my bed, thinking,

boy, you must be crazy to think id give you something

but i guess i wasn't as stubborn as i thought i was

if you asked nicely, id probably give you anything

i wish i gave you more than just two quarters for the toll

i should've given you a piece of my mind

a lengthy tirade containing all the reasons why i should be loathing your presence,

but i don't, and you didn't have the time

maybe if i wasn't sick, you probably would've kissed me goodbye

or maybe you thought your absence wouldn't be long

but i think some part of you knows you won't be welcome here

especially since what you did was so wrong

i started to cry as soon as you closed the door

i stopped crying a little bit after that

and then it just wasn't as sad anymore

but i don't think i'll ever tell you that

i waited for about an hour and got another call from you

you asked where she was and i lied to you

i really don't care anymore

this happened way too much and unfortunately, I've been desensitized 

i cried some more

and thought some more

and maybe i will lie some more but,

whatever it is in the future,

i know ill definitely know some more