Messages From You

"I hate the shit you do, I hate the shit you do, but I still text you back and say "I miss you too..."


Its true, we always ignore the people that love us and pay attention to the ones that don't. We are apathetic of the ones that want to be on our mind and are ignored by the ones who we want to be on the minds of. I have come to a relization, not a new one, but that as humans, we always want what we can't have or who we cant have. We set our selfs into heartbreak disaster by sending messages we know won't get replies or atleast not the ones we want. We makes calls that won't get answers or even a call back and we compliment with out reciving any. At night we text them, "night" hoping you get a text that reads "Don't go to sleep yet, lets talk." instead you recieve an even shorter text like"GD" or for some even nothing at all. Finally, after being ignored over and over and over again you give up on them but not completely because you delete their number, but not their facebook. You look at their page more often than you would like, take a look at who they have been talking to and you even post statuses that you wish will catch their attention. But nope, nothing nada. Then you meet someone new, someone who texts you first, all morning and all night, someone who carries conversations for hours and someone who in lust with you. Then one day while you two are together, that person texts you, the one you wanted so badly, the text reads "I miss you" and although your conscience tells you not to reply, you hearts melts with the simplicity of their name on your screen. You forget about the other person right next to you who wants to be all you think about, who is in the same place you are to the other person at this very moment, they are hoping you glance at your screen and ignore the text. Instead you ignore them, you put them in hinge sight and text back "I miss you too."

After that one simple text, the walls you put up are shattered and you're back to where you started. Back to being that back up person when their shit hits the fan, and the other person is going to be your back up person when your shit hits the fan and its all a cycle.