I sit by the phone
as fear claims my heart,
as I knew it.
It was submissive only to him.
Unwillingly had I been subjected
to vulnerability.
He lured every part of me
and I loved it.
I sit by the phone in
sadness now,
am afraid to break his heart.
The small things that I
previously chose to accept
have become more bothersome.
Lately his face hasn't been as
attractive. The smell of his
favorite cologne sickens me.
I cannot remember when and how
this all began, but I've been
sitting by the phone for days now
as all his calls have gone ignored,
fighting to find the perfect words
to soften the fact that I
have fallen out of love with him.
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