I waited for you all day. You didn't show. I cried.
I looked out the living room window towards the street in the direction you would've been coming from. The first hundred times I looked it was light out. Now it's dark and I've given up.
I tried calling you. You didn't answer. I'm not sure if I'm more scared to have you answer and say something happened or for you to say nothing happened at all.
I was excited to see you. I'm wearing something I feel pretty in. I did my hair.
I'm furious at you but I'm sure if more at you or myself.
Why do you do this to me? Why do I keep letting you?
I know I deserve better than you. I know you'd disagree. I think that's why you take advantage of me. But I know there's someone out there who would never stand me up like you do.