Waiting for the Pain To Come

(A/N: Guess I didn’t really like him. Heh.)

Every Wednesday morning this week

(there were seven of them, after all)

I saw you

My heart didn’t flutter

My soul didn’t sing

Every Wednesday afternoon

All seven of them

I said things to you that were

Scathing

Which I thought I’d regret

And so I sat there

Dumbly

Blindly

Waiting for you to show

The pain I caused

With my hurtful words

And so you did

You retorted back

I waited for the pain to come

But it didn’t

It never came

I waited for hours

And days

And months but

It turned out only a few moments had passed

And instead of cherishing them

I tossed them out in favor of

Pretty much anything

I should have missed them

But I didn’t

And now

You’re just a friend.

That’s all.

I’m not afraid of you

I’m not about to lose to you

Not that I’m angry at you

You just

Don’t care at all

And now I’ve stopped waiting for the pain to come.

(two italicized lines are from the song “You’re So Real” by Matchbox20)