When You'Re Not Important Poem by Dakota Ellerton

As your phone goes off,
and you throw it aside,
'It's not important'.
How many women have you said that to?
Surely not just I.
As you run your hands over their bodies.
I can really only see you as a liar.
The names you would call me,
baby, sweetheart,
it's all the same.
Has there ever really been just one in your heart?
I'd guess it's a lie when you say,
I was your first love.
But when I speak such words,
I make sure to choose them carefully.
As once they're said,
they can never be taken back.
I'd sit and cry,
over the lies you'd told me.
But I fear I have no more tears left.
I'm beginning to shake,
you make me so anxious,
so unbalanced.
If a liar could love a lying lovers lies,
how could I not love you?
I breathe short breaths,
trying not to panic.
In just a couple hours,
all my worries will slip away.
I'll never think of this again,
never think of you.
This breakdown is about to end,
in horrific collision.
Whether you come or not,
makes no difference to me.
I've been lonely long enough,
to see nothing but darkness.