I’m alone in my room feeling
unwanted and worthless.
The deprivation of your heart and soul,
plus your inability to fully commit
equals me, unlovable.
Why am I being punished?
I look out my window and I’m jealous of the lovebirds.
I’m angry at the sunshine.
Today is a day for lovers and lovers of lovers.
But I’m a bad little girl, checking my cell phone,
re-reading text messages, feeling humiliated
as I settle for pieces of you.
I’ve lost all sense of self, but still, I wait for your call.
Some of your attention is better than no attention at all.
I’m a bad little girl, anxiously waiting for my temporary reprieve.
