I keep telling myself not to look at the clock;
But it’s no use.
The minutes seem to fly by as the clock hands on my wall drag faster toward a time I never want to come and-
How I wish I could skip the rest of the night and wake up with amnesia tomorrow.
My hands shake as I try to defuse the anger starting to boil up in me;
Wanting to tell you how wrong it is for you to do this to me but knowing that my silence over the last week speaks
much louder to you than my words ever have or will.
While I’m getting ready for work-
You’re getting ready to go to a dance with your ex that you told me you were
going to and,
Also said there was nothing I could do about it.
But you’re wrong;
Because while I may not be able to stop you from continuously going behind
my back to see her-
I am most certainly able to keep you from disappointing and hurting me again.
So I stay silent no matter how hard it is
because i deserve so much better and because I’m done letting you think
you can walk all over me and I’ll still come running back to you no matter what.
Sorry hunny;
But it doesn’t work like that.
