I was wrong. I allowed you in,

where no one has ever been.

I gave you the key to my frozen heart,

and you kept it so long around your neck.

Now, I cannot take it back,

and I am left exposed.

I am tired of staying up late,

with my words in my head,

that I cannot even begin to tell you.

You start off with me,

being my best friend,

calling me yours, then, disapearing again,

I am left in the dust.

Then I pick up the peices of your heart,

glue them back together as best as I can,

and the cycle continues...

unfortunately.

Now there is nothing wrong with having

new friends,

But, just like the song, you should keep the old.

The calls stop, and the notes do too,

and the saddest of all,

we stopped saying I love you.

I get no more hugs, I get no more smiles, not even a hello anymore. Talking with me,

you sound so bored.

And I know, you're waiting for her.

You wait for the phone to ring, find out it was me, and you tell your mom to talk instead.

I've written too many poems,

and I still feel like dirt

Funny how I told my mom,

trusting others will hurt

So, you've proven my worth,

what I really mean to you

Once she's gone, you still want me to wait.

Unfortunately...

I am tired of being dust.

Tired of waiting by the phone

for the call that will never come.

Because, she's now taken my place.

My picture is probably hidden underneath hers, as a back up best friend when the timing is right.

Must be a dreadful shame, to have me in sight.

When you want me to fall on,

I'll shove you right back

I need to trust only myself,

and need no one else.

And...once you realize,

if ever, the injury you have caused,

maybe...for once, you'll really apologize.