Road To NoWhere

No more phone calls, No more visits. Tried calling you, you say "Im Busy!" with no enthusiasm, more like irritation. Has your love for me vanished? Does your
likeness for me no longer have an existence? You only stop by on your time, but for only a short moment. I ask for more QT, but every time You decline my
extension, you say you love me but you fail to show it. I became caught up with your lines, convinced that you will always forever be mines. Did our love shrink reducing in size? You were man enough to seek me but when trouble came, within you truth resides too boyish to reveal it instead you concealed it. Cowardness made you run and hide. Am I the one to blame? Is there something terrible that I am doing, that I must change for you to want to stay? My search for you is consistent, anxious to pore out my thoughts as you take the time to listen, so you can see that in your life I am what you're missing. I've tried so hard to move along, but the sounds of your deep toned voice is repeatedly playing inside of my dome. Most nights I find myself waiting by the phone, anticipating that phone call when you cry to me, expressing to me that you wanna come home.

Never have I ever felt so alone before, my heart races every time I hear footsteps walking pass my bedroom door. Its not you, can you not see that the thought of losing you is something I refuse? Baby, understand that I am choosing you. Don't you miss the deep talks, the long walks, the somewhat short and somewhat long calls, damn! I thought you would be there to catch me when I had began to fall? This situation is serious, your actions is making me delirious, I thought that the both of us enter this relationship fearless, or did you just get at me because your mini me was curious? Unanswered questions, everyday I'm trying to put together the puzzle pieces. I'm sitting here guessing, missing pieces no where to be found now I'm stressing, was your love a gift from God, or is this just another one of life's lessons? Searching for the truth, but the real truth is what I had declined to persue. In the end will I be declared the winner, or will I once again be just another man's fool? I text you "Come Home!" but you never even showed up. Every night my pillow becomes my tissue as my tears fall, this cotton soaks this water up. If you wanted to leave, why didn't you just say so? Now, I'm lying here, heart below its normal fahrenheit, just a thick icicle frozen cold.

Determined not to give up, I'm racing to find you. Road filled with gaps and rough areas, fighting to find the answer. The wind is thick causing me to become sick, fever rising higher than the flu. I don't know which way to turn, left or right, going the wrong direction is my deepest concern. If I go to the left which consist of me leaving you, settling with being at my very lonesome. Will it make me at my best or will this be a mistake that'll cause me to become bruised? Or maybe I should go to the right, continue to love you, giving you my all. Or will this direction distract my vision causing a blur of false hopes to my sight? Confused, I continue to go straight, hoping that my instincts will take control of my feet and lead the way to my rightful place. Traveling down this road to nowhere, sacrificing my soul and my whole being to seek the very
unknown. My tank is running on empty and my heart is shedding, can you not see you were the king of my throne. Time to rip up the map, I'm making a U-turn with
no looking back. Some things are meant to not be revealed, he's gone, tossing this fiction story out of my thoughts, and finally facing facts.

If this man really loved me and knew my worth, I wouldn't have to travel on this road with no direction, he would already know where his heart is supposed to be at. When a man leaves, let em go because eventually he'll realize what good of a woman he had. Let him pursue his trip of pleasures. The women he'll mess with are like deserts, which have him hallucinating great things that don't even exist. Instead of focusing on the bird, they're deceived by what covers her flaws, her extravagant feathers. He'll instantly look back realizing his search was wasteless, because the whole time I was his found fortune, his treasure. Men are like boomerangs, they flee but they always find their way back to a great woman. But this great woman won't be there to catch you ever, a road to nowhere, umm.... No! I can do better.