Only a story down,
Only a few stairs away.
I won't come see you.
When you said you'd be open,
Was it a lie?
I won't fight with you anymore,
I promised I'd try.
Instead,
I'm waiting.
Waiting for the phone to ring,
For you to say anything.
But the words never come,
The silence whispers insecurities in my ear.
"Unneeded"
But you need me right?
"Unloved"
But you love me right?
"Forgettable"
You won't forget me, right?
Why do I always have to be the one,
Who reaches out,
Keeps things from coming undone?
I know you never bother, or bug,
But is "hello" too much to ask?
I have so many things,
I want to talk to you about.
So why this silence?
The paranoia festers,
Says, "you're all alone".
I want to lie,
Tell it no.
But in this silence,
It's the only thing I hear.
And it's voice is so damn clear.
You're a story down.
Less than 30 feet away.
Even though you're so near,
You won't even say
"Hello"
