better when we're together

we sit on the phone never knowing what the next word will be.
i antisipate your next move
and say something that will recover the current mood.
but my attempt fails
and we are back at square one.
where the silence is back over the converstaion.
and i am crying to myself
so you cant hear my insecurities.
you will never hear them.

and though they are loud
screaming in my head
these thoughts that over take my brain
you will never know.

because that would be the end.

and the end is not yet to come.




so we sit
and we wait.
you sigh,
and i guess thats a goodnight.

i will see you tomorrow.
tomorrow will be better i am sure?
i hope.

but that never gets me too far.


i can not ever seem to guess the mood that we will be in.
we need to step it up.