Untold Untruths

You're always out late.
You don't care enough to prevent late night phone calls.
You don't seem to remember that I have to get up early as fuck in the morning.
You're not bothered that airy phone kisses predominate our precious little phone calls.
You don't get hints and sweet-talk me the way I keep wishing you would.
Your promises take years to fulfill, if ever at all.
You almost never take initiative to do anything.
You never get things done.
You're always late.
You're unreliable.

So why should I keep composing and telling you the sweet things you like to hear? Why should I always call you to find out you're not home and then wait till after midnight for your call? Why should I text you in the middle of the day whenever I feel love and affection for you? Why should I keep you happy? Why should I swallow my impatience and hurt to accommodate our happiness? Why should I suppress every attraction I feel toward other guys in blind loyalty to you?

And you're going to tell me that I'm right, you're not good enough and that we should break up. You've said it before. You'll never say you'll try harder because we both know this is who you are and you're probably never going to change.

With you, my dreams will never come true.
With you, the next phone call will come in at 1am.
With you, I'm either going to have to give up or give in.