Teacups and Pens

W & W

I’m tired of

waiting:

for your text,

for something to happen,

for you to miraculously fall in love with me,

for when we hang out.

For you to wake up and realize you miss me,

for the day when you say you’re done,

for you to text me hello.

wishing:

you still wanted me.

you would stop telling me about your girlfriend.

I could stop checking my phone incessantly,

even though I know you didn’t text.

I could feel love,

I wasn’t so lonely,

I could stop feeling so sorry for myself.

Both things go hand in hand,

but I’m tired of watching them

walk down the sidewalk together,

looking happier than me.