Becca Poem by Saul Cardenas

I hate it when i miss you,
you take to long before you call,
HURRY AND CALL! ! ! , and still
you havnt yet......
I swear i could mistreat you
i could just.....uhhhhhh
I dont like that i am your slave,
that i run at the snap of your
fingers, , , , that i can be crushed
to pieces with your single sigh...
Ahhhh this desperation, she must
be with someone else, im not
on your mind i just know...
I bet you dont even care......
Are you smiling cause im here
waiting for the sound of your fingers?
I dont like that i want this, , , to
be your fool, to feel this, , this
wonderful feeling, of being blind,
of being crushed, being walked on
I dont like when you are not there,
Without you im lost, , ,
Oh there is the is the phone it must be her,
I better run........