A one sided visit
from a one sided man,
with a one sided dinner
as the one sided plan.
One sided business,
then some one sided pleasure,
throw in one sided snoring
for one sided good measure.
Where is the effort you promised?
Where is the regret you expressed?
Where is the love you declared?
I see nothing that encourages me.
I hear empty words being spoken.
I feel bitterness growing in my heart.
Is this your idea of togetherness?
Am I supposed to settle for less than to be happy?
Should we not let go of what is already gone?
You’re a big man.
if you’ve hurt me.
You’re too big to say if I’ve offended you.
You save my offence up your big sleeve
until I’m mad with you for something.
You’re too big to understand my point of view.
You’re too big to say you didn’t mean your nasty words.
You’re too big to say you don’t want to lose me.
You’re too big to be wrong.
I’ve always been attracted to big men.
I’m thinking you might be too big.
One of us gets to choose when we see each other.
One of us has the pleasure of being waited on hand and foot.
One of us has sex on tap.
One of us is never wrong.
One of us is always a top priority.
One of us wins an argument with violence.
One of us uses the silent-treatment to punish.
One of us doesn’t realise how close they are to not being one of us anymore.
I won’t reply to your texts anymore, because you don’t reply to mine.
Yes, I know it’s childish of me.
I’ve told you so many times how much it annoys me when you ignore me though.
Annoys, upsets, and embarrass’s me.
I pride myself on not being needy, and I know I text you bugger all – once a day on average.
So wtf is your problem with replying?
Once in a blue moon, you surprise me by sending ME a text. . .
Today was one of those blue moons.
I chose not to reply – just to show you how it feels.
I admit that I giggled to myself when you text again an hour later, asking if I got your msg.
Do you feel silly texting someone who doesn’t care enough to reply?
Are you wondering what I could be doing that’s more important than replying to you?
Has it crossed your mind that maybe I don’t mean it when I tell you how important you are to me?
Has it occurred to you that I may have had some sort of disaster?
I know how small I feel when you ignore me…
What do you think now? How do you feel?