Cringing with a hunger from within,
Not knowing where it came in.
You think and think of what would quench it,
And decide the feeling is disappointment.
You think aloud “Where is he?
He’s certainly not where he said he’d be.”
But slowly the anger fades away,
And you think, “I’ll see him another day”
And then the thought “Maybe I wont…”,
“I’ll say I’m coming she’ll wait and I don’t.”
And then the thought “Maybe something’s happened?”
That’s when the anger slackens.
And then the thought “Who is he with, what’s he doing”
You feel your insides slowly unglueing.
The thought “If I find out what he did”,
If you don’t like it you’ll flip your lid.
“If he’s with another girl, I’ll be gone
He wont have me and will have to move on.”
And all this time he’s sound asleep,
And forgot you two were supposed to meet.

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