I’ll take my place in line.
No rush for my sake
priority isn’t mine.
We’ve got no words to share.
constant tension in our air.
Importance factor nil,
too bad if I get lonely
when you don’t have time to kill.
It’s far too hard to make some time
to show me that you care,
I am a low priority
of that I’m well aware.
Don’t ignore me.
Don’t keep me on a shelf.
Don’t think that I need you.
Don’t mistake my love for weakness.
Don’t underestimate my inner strength.
Don’t assume I will always be here.
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?
I sit here waiting. Hoping. Wondering…
It has been 5 nights since I saw you.
I wonder how long until you want to see me again.
I’m not going to invite you this time.
I’m not going to call you, or text or anything.
I’m letting you show me your “love”.
I know that this experiment could backfire & badly hurt me.
But I want to know my level of importance in your life.