Call

I'll always call.
I always do.
When I miss your voice, your direction, your love.
When I can no longer take the pain
The tears, the loneliness,
Feeling like am empty without you,
Feeling broken and bruised, and weak without you.
I always call and when I do, for a second
Maybe two,
Things are good again;
Roses are red and violets blue again:
The breeze blows cool and calm again;
Am at peace again.
But when I call,
Maybe the calls too long
Or the mood's too strong,
Or I just don't know,
Because just like before,
We argue once more, hang up for months
Then again, I call.
What's the matter with me?
Why do I always call?
Don't I ever learn my lesson?
Or do I just love to stall?
Why Can't I see the big picture?
Why is it never clear that I have to reach you...
When I want you to be here?
Why don't you ever call...
And let me know how you feel?
Am I just obsessed or is our love real?
Do u really miss me when we don't talk?
Do u long to see me, hold me...
Or just for us to take a long walk...
I love my independence but I feel dead without you.
I spent endless sleepless nights hoping to phase through
But I just cant.
I need you I want you I can't live without you! 
Why wont you call?
I always wish to forget what happened the last time we spoke...
I wish our miserable past would just go up in smoke...
I'd love our hurt, our pain, our regrets and our fears to burn away...
Leaving a new beginning
One where we both would stay
One where we'd work it out
We'd grow and pray
One where we'd depend on God to get us through
Each and everyday
One where we'd live and laugh and love and support,
Where we wont fight with each other
But we'd fight for our love
Despite our ups and downs.
I don't know anything else stronger...
I've never yearned for you with such hunger
I call because I'm broken
I hate myself for calling
Cause it was such a waste of time.
I only raised emotions and issues
That were dormant and unreconciled.
You see that's our major problem...
Well at least mine,
Cause it seems like we never sever ties, we always stop...
Then you tried to live a lie so that I could be happy...
How did that plan go?
Promise me this and never you forget,
Especially if you don't want to be
Once more filled with over whelming regret...
The next time I call don't you ever pick up!
Because if you do...
It'll be good ...
but then again...
You and I are going to
Somehow,
Mess things up...

PS: I spoke about my love to so many people
I let them know that's where I learned a lot.

- Letters Undelivered, Tiff