Ring
I feel so dumb when I try to talk to you like him, Because you don’t notice things. I am so loud, because I want you to notice me. We have fun; I make jokes at the cafe, But I still get the sense you’re kind of sick of me. I don’t know anymore if it’s my fault. I don’t know how I got caught up in this thing. If I called him right now, I could say anything. If I called you right now, would you let it ring? Would you let me ring? I can’t help— I can’t help myself from comparisons. And I felt so numb when I begged you to let me win. It was like pulling teeth, And I still don’t think you noticed me. I should put down my phone, I won’t let it ring.


Allie, Interesting writing, your 'stories' often take your reader 'inside' a relationship puzzle, that feels like an important 'piece' must have fallen off the table, making completing the puzzle challenging...
I hope you keep posting!