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My broken heart won't repair
I Run inside and wait by the phone.
He said he'll call me.
To anxious to eat or drink.
I just wait for the phone to be for me.
Minutes then hours past.
If the phone rang it's not him.
I gave him my number,
why won't he call?
Was the phone busy when he tried?
Did I give him the wrong number?
Reasons why he doesn't call flash through my mind.
Then the phone rings.
Doubting it will be him I pick up.
When I say hello his voice rang through my ear.
I thinking he was going to ask me out.
But how wrong I was.
He told me he knew I liked him.
He said he had a girlfriend.
Trying to fit one word into this conversation Something hit me deep inside.
He told me to leave him alone.
I don't even talk to him though,
I don't understand.
Trying to say that he hung up.
I knew I couldn't hold back the tears.
I run to my room so no one can see me cry.
I keep crying until my pillow is soaked through.
Then I cry some more.
He didn't let me explain.
He didn't care of what I had to say.
I know my mom will say 'move on.'
My dad will say 'You don't need him.'
I know my brother won't care so I was all alone.
Well it felt like that.
I was glad it was the weekend because I don't want to face him in school.
I stay in my room and my mom brings me my drinks. The days pass by and I am not feeling better.
Now the weekend is over I have to come out and suck up my tears.
He said what he meant I guess.
No changing it or going back.
My heart is to broken to care now.
Trying to stay strong when I know I am still weak.
Even though I won't to scream when I see you,
I have control.
This is my life but I don't know if I can control it. Because I know love might destroy it.