AS if i would write about you

the phone call.

I woke up to a missed call from you,

you never call me.

Along with the missed call,

you sent me an essay.

"I assume you're sleeping,

we'll talk on the phone tomorrow"

So I waited,

and waited,

and waited.

Tomorrow turned into 12AM,

and still no call, no text, nothing from you.

You're reading my messages,

but you're ignoring me.

I was so excited for this stupid ass call,

just to hear your voice.

To know that you're okay,

or to comfort you if you're not.

I told you I was upset and you finally responded,

all you said was "sorry."

I've never been so angry with you,

but I didn't want to start a fight.

So I stopped talking to you,

because I needed time to calm down.

But you thought otherwise,

and started attacking me.

You said I am "overbearing."

Even though you're the one that comes to me for everything.

You're the one that called.

You're the one that made the plans to talk.

You're the one that wouldn't let me go to bed because YOU were sad.

You're the one that ignores me.

You're the one who tells me what and what not to do.

And I'm overbearing?

You brought up that I expect more from you,

and I told you "I expect the same respect I give you."

That means:

Caring about my thoughts.

Caring about my feelings.

Being there for me if I need you.

Staying up and talking to me.

Comforting me when I need it.

Treating me like a basic human being.

This might sound like a lot,

but you expect all of this from me.

The moment I ask for you anything,

you say it's too much.

So I'm done trying,

I can't do it anymore.

Because why should I give you all of my time,

when I have to beg for a second of yours?