Last call.

Last Call
(not your security blanket)

I’m just calling to say,
I’m never calling again.
I’m tired of being your security blanket – 
your 2AM shot of self esteem,
whenever your feeling freshly rejected or
not loved quite enough, you call on me
to shower you with thunderous affection.
and as much as I love you, I have to cut you off.
I’ve got to cut these strings that tie you to my heart,
And it’s time I take the time to watch you drift away… 

Because as much as I love you, 
your love remains a variable unknown.
and as it seems, I only seem as important the week or more
we’re back on, and then whenever you’ve either
a) had your fill, or b) found a hotter prospect,
you disappear, and you leave me wanting... 

Which makes me wonder if that’s
exactly what you’ve wanted all along.
for instance, the last thing you’d do before you go
is kiss me on the lips, and let that linger…
and then *poof* you’re absence is fodder
for my heart to grow fonder…

So… no more of that.
no more countless text messages saying, 
“i miss u” or  “i heart u” 
especially when that’s all we ever seem to say.

So… goodbye, for now. 
maybe you can get back with me 
when you understand yourself a little better, 
and you no longer need a security blanket
to make you feel secure. 

06/12/08 
M. L. Michael

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