Id known the exact number of days youd been gone., the exact number of days I had not seen you. You told me you did too, and told me the number. You were twenty one days off. You didnt think that maybe Id actually been keeping count.
Twenty one used to be my favourite number.
.
You tried to call me every day since you left. Sometimes work or so you said got in the way. I wanted you to explain the voice in the background, but I didnt say anything.
I didnt want to know.
.
Me. Me. Me. Me.
It was your favourite word. It occurred to me later that my favourite word was you. I scribbled it all over my sketchbook so many times it began to lose its meaning.
You. You. You. You.
.
After a while you didnt call so often. You could have stopped caring, but I didnt. you even forgot my birthday, but I decided it was due to work again.
But I didnt get a call the next day.
Or the next.
Or the next.
I ended up calling you.
Your apology sounded fake.
.
I didnt forget your birthday.
But you didnt pick up. Your stupid machine did. My message was a bunch of meaningless words.
Beep.
happy birthday. Happy birthday to you. I dont have anything to give to you, so I called.
do you miss me? I miss you.
maybe you dont miss me. Is that why you havent called lately?
call me back. Please? Please, please.
.
I didnt have a present, but do you know what I wanted to give to you?
Everything.
Everything.
.
Im still waiting for you to call back. Do you know how long its been?
Threehundredandsixtyfivedays.
Happy birthday. Im not calling this time.













Comments
I'm guessing this has some element of truth in it, and if that's so he/she's not worth it and you deserve so much better
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Such a charming, beautiful exterior
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by
This is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all
Dashboard Confessiona
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You said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes.
And I just can't stay, one day we'll run away.
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.ǝɯɐɥs ɟo sʇǝǝɹʇs ǝɥʇ uı ǝʌı1 oʇ ʍoɥ ǝɯ ʇɥbnɐʇ noʎ -
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You said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes.
And I just can't stay, one day we'll run away.
--
Such a charming, beautiful exterior
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by
This is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all
Dashboard Confessiona
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