It's Hard Poem by TYLATREECE COLBERT

It’s hard not to call you and tell you I’m mad at you
It’s hard not to call you and tell you I love you.
If you would just call me, I wouldn’t be in all this misery
I thought you would think of me
But instead you chose not to call me.
So do I sit and wait?
Until the next day when you choose to call me
I think not!
I’m top notch
First class
Never last type of chick
You think your slick, putting me second to that other chick.
I see right through you.
I just thought that I could really love you.
I’m not a second place type of girl
I think I have told you that once before.
Sometimes I think you should run to the other girl
And keep me out of your world
But it’s hard for me to tell you this
Because I feel a connection that I can’t dismiss.
If I did this, would it set me free?
And take me out of all this misery
Just to think all of this because you didn’t call me.