Dumb Insecurity

Why do I get upset at something so dumb,
after you've told me the hurt I cause
when I question your silence,
when I doubt your absence,
when I draw insecurity in your reality.

If a promise is not spoken,
can it be a crime to ignore it;
can I excuse my insomnia
with bitter remorse.

You said you would call me,
and your reasons will be loyal
for your thoughts are for my safety
but my heart weeps with uncertainty.

Such an easy task it is,
dial my number,
say you will be back
after a good chat
you will return to my side.

My thoughts are with you,
gashing at my heart,
waiting in the darkness,
crying one more time.

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