I don’t want to hear about your ex,
or the sad girl who needs your attention.
I don’t want to hear about your last relationship,
how things ended.
I don’t want to have reasons to be suspicious,
I don’t want to question if you care.
But when you talk about the sad people,
the people who needed you..
I feel like you don’t care about me.
We already are hardly talking.
We already have sexual issues.
We already have trouble communicating.
When we’re sitting in your car,
you don’t talk to me.
I look you in the eyes, thinking
“say something, say anything”
but you are silent.
I just want a conversation,
a dialogue between two people.
I want a witty banter.
I’ve had enough of uneventful,
somber, silent, painful car rides.
I’ve sat in cars with guys who never talked.
I’ve been left sitting in the silence
wondering if they’ll ever open their mouth.
It makes me selfish.
It makes me a bitch.
It makes me jealous.
It makes me who I am
And nothing less.