You never read my poetry anyway

Meaningless words put to the page

Still the knot in the pit of my stomach remains

You never check in on me these days

I still tell myself I love you anyway

You went hundreds of miles far away

Could have been a year or just a day

Guess that didn’t satisfy your quota for pain

You had to take my baby with you that whole way

I dial the numbers every day

Be a good girl don’t see anyone

Not sure why

You don’t answer 9 times out of 10

But say you love me anyway