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Wasted Words

I wasted a lot of things on you.      
Time, affection, money, attention, love, patience...  
The list goes on, so I’ll stick to a few.        
         
They  say time is the greatest gift,          
Because once given away, you can never get it back.
And you’re not really sure how many grains of sand are left in your hourglass.          
         
But words are my currency.          
Some of my most prized possessions.          
Its a shame I wasted so many on you.          
         
All the letters, emails, and thousands of texts.          
The day to day banter and philosophical discussions.          
Sharing the wisdom I acquired through the expense of my suffering.          
All the arguing, fighting, and pleading.          
Countless explanations and circular conversations  
The never ending attempts to help you understand the damage you were causing.          
         
You constantly demanding more, But it was never enough,          
Because you couldn’t hear it.          
So many words wasted,          
on someone who didn’t deserve ‘em.      
You were practically drowning in them,          
but you never listened          
         
So I stopped talking....        
Denied you access, cut you off.        
But that hasn’t stopped you.          
Will your persistent obsession ever come to an end?          
         
Oh here we go, another voicemail        
Every day I just wait for my phone. And I go, maybe she’ll call today, maybe she’ll text today. Maybe she’ll just tell me how her fucking day was. Maybe she’ll tell me she’s okay or not. Maybe she’ll just call and fucking yell at me. Tell me how dumb I am. I’d take any of those. Please just fucking call me”        
         
Isn’t it ironic that my words are the thing you want back...        
When will you get the hint?          
Never again will I spare a single word        
You aren’t worth it          
And I finally see, you never were.        
         
Instead you can watch me walk away        
With my head held high and my middle finger in the air.          
They say actions speak louder than words anyway...
Lazy_Dead
Written by Lazy_Dead (.Julia.)
Published | Edited 31st Jul 2020
Author's Note
When you wake up to missed calls from blocked numbers and you can’t sleep...you write it out. I had fun with this one. It may be harsh to some, but he stalks and harasses me, even the restraining...
When you wake up to missed calls from blocked numbers and you can’t sleep...you write it out. I had fun with this one. It may be harsh to some, but he stalks and harasses me, even the restraining order doesn’t stop him...
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