You left me on read last night then gave me an excuse.
You thought I had been drinking when I had texted you.
I told you the truth when I said I hadn't.
Then we laughed and went on like it never even happened.
I only told you how I've been feeling ever since we split up, that's all.
I was hoping for recognition, you didn't even have to give me a call.
Maybe just " Thanks for letting me know." would have been great.
Instead I'm left here believing I've made a mistake.
What if I did?
Perhaps I should lay low and stay off of the grid.
Put my phone away,
at least for a day.
But what if you decide to text back?
No, I can't do that.
I tell myself none of this really even matters.
I feel like I'm playing one big game of chutes and ladders.
I'm up and I'm down.
I smile then I frown.
I just want something constant in my life.
If I'm causing you pain then I apologize.
These ladders wouldn't be so hard to climb, if only you could tell me how you feel next time.