Pouring my heart out. Explaining myself. Rephrasing and re-rephrasing. Hoping he’ll see my point of view.

I’ve been around long enough to know he doesn’t read them or care enough to really see things from my perspective.

But I still sit on that same crazy carousel. Tapping away on my keypad. Waiting for a response. Tapping away again. Hoping. Wishing. Hating myself.

Pathetic really.

I don’t need him or want him.

But I want to be heard. When will that stop being important?