He calls late at night
I don't answer
I call when I've had too much to drink
Yet he still cares
He comes running every time
But only when I have time for him
He does everything I want
With out me speaking a word
Me giving my time to him is all he wants
Where's I want everything
His eye's cry out passion and need
Mine cry for another every night
I call 15 times a day
He picks up 1 time a day
He doesn't call at all
Drinking makes him fall asleep
I call and text to the point of obsession
He never responds
I ask for nothing from him
He makes me work to give him money
He asks me to do things I've never done nor would ever
Yet I can't speak a word in responds
I always have to look my best when I'm around him
I just love to look at him
So why do I tell everyone I'm happier with the guy at the bottom of the poem, when I could have the guy at the top of the poem?
