I wish I was as importance to others as they are to me

I could call and text them

And no one would answer me

And if they did

It was hours later

Or days

Or no answer at all

Is my presence not worth your time?

Are my words nothing to you?

Am I not enough?

I stand here waiting for you

Because I am tired of being the one that comes back

I hate that I can let you back in

I hate that I can forgive you

I hate that I care so much