Waiting

why do i expect you to text me when you’ve told me to leave you be? i think “maybe he’ll keep talking to me if i bring more things up, try and converse with him.” but there’s no point, i know you don’t want to talk to me. you just want to be alone, and that’s all there is to it. but then you say i love you, why do you have to say it? it makes me feel like you’re not as upset as i think you are, and maybe, just maybe we can keep talking. no response. 5 minutes turn into 10, 10 minutes turns into an hour. soon i’m curled up in my bed, waiting for a response that won’t come until morning. it feels like punishment. i feel like a child being punished for her wrongdoings, getting the silent treatment all over again. i’ll just be laying here, waiting for that familiar noise of the phone vibrating.