Jerk

So... why the hell aren't you here
holding me?
Don't you know
you should be here,
in my bed,
my head on your chest?

Aren't you smart enough
to know that I need you
right now?
Even though I haven't called you,
even though you're hundreds of miles away,
even though we aren't together anymore?
Even though...
I have to say,
I thought you actually had a shred of intelligence.

I mean, really, what's your problem?
Where do you get off
living your own life,
following your dreams,
and leaving me to deal with my crushing angst,
because I haven't done anything with my life,
because I'm still here,
alone?

Who gave you the right
to take some initiative,
to succeed,
to grab the bull by its horns?

Look at you,
Mr. High and Mighty,
Mr. “I'm going to do something,
something worth remembering,”
Mr. “I'm not afraid to take chances.”

So, tell me-
what angel dropped from the sky
and blessed you with a life
where you can be happy without me?
Do you really think you're that special?

Geez, sometimes you can really be an ass-
SOME people aren't too good to just wrap their arms around me,
to whisper that it's going to be alright in my ear,
and to wait until I fall asleep, praying for some morsel of peace.

But, NO, I guess you're too good for that kind of thing.

Otherwise, you'd be here, clearly-
slowly trailing a comforting palm
across my shirt,
finger spinning in my hair,
and turning out the light,
oh so slowly,
making sure not to wake me
after my breathing finally relaxes,
and my eyes dry and close at last.

Well, I hope you're happy. Jerk.