Fury of Love

A rage fills my lungs,
Tensing my whole body in a futile effort to stay under control,
My temper is at it's highest, controlling me.

A quick good bye,
I haven't ever snapped a phone shut so quickly, my shaky hand holding the phone before hurling it across the room.

Thud,
The sound is satisfying to my trembling anger, a red face is what I am, my lips tight and eyes flaming.

Waiting on a guy,
Never in my life did I ever think I would be here, actually loving and having to -wait-.

This feeling,
Is pure agony to me, waiting for the phone call day and night, wishing I knew why he can't see me or call.

It infuriates me,
Sitting and pacing, then sitting again, just waiting, I'm not this kind of girl, I shouldn't be -waiting-.

And yet,
I sit here, or pace in my room, because I love him with all I'm worth, But sometimes I doubt he loves me back.

Waiting,
Sitting and pacing, awaiting that phone call, I miss him so dearly, I can't tell him I'm unhappy.

I guess I shall deal with anger,
Though I deal with it more than I should, I will do it for him, so I can still love his heart.

He,
Is the only thing that ties me still here on this earth, so I'm reluctant to leave just quite yet.

Despite,
I spend my time waiting, only waiting, only to be relieved for a couple moments every couple weeks.

Thanks.