Por Que?

Why do you make me cry for you baby?

I know you hear me calling. Pick up the phone. Next time I'm gonna leave you a message. Next time.

Or do I really want you to hear my misery over the phone and give you the choice to respond to it? I don't know. All I know is that I need you, and that I need to talk to you.

I just want to say I'm sorry. I want to tell you on the phone but you leave me no other option than to tell you here. I'm sorry for not being understanding, for twisting your words, for accusing you of different intentions. I'll admit that you insulted me, that you hurt me, but I shouldn't have put you in the position that I forced you, and I shouldn't have pressured you to tell me what I wanted to hear. I want you to be honest. There's a lot that I want to write right now that I can't, this being public and all, but I want to tell you. My heart breaks more every second that I don't speak to you. I'm sorry.

I already know I won't be getting any sleep tonight.



Well, I'm going to redo my nails again for you.