Phone Calls

These words, so full of hope,
Yes, not even I could have seen this coming.
I hate your unresolved power,
But I love when you use it.
You are a perfect contradiction.

.....He called and texted more than I've told people. The truth is, I was scared to see that he actually might have cared. He is supposed to be off-limits. A bad boy.

And I'd forgotten. He said he was afraid for me to meet his friends. He said I would look down on him.

I hate pedestals. I hate being an angel. I hate that our images of one another are really the only thing that has ever held us back.

We got our palms read together once. I want that fortune teller to have been right. He told me that this bad-ass has secrets, that he's too scared to tell me how he really feels. That he cares but has trouble showing it.

Only his trouble was four months of "silence", while I wasted away after having settled again.

He tried. I ran. I lied.