daddy.

if you would just listen, this is what i would say:

baby,
i've said sorry too much in the short amount of time,
it just seems to be the first word that comes to my mind.
you make me very happy, keep a smile on my face, you
leave messages, that i will never erase.
you listen when i'm sad, when i'm angry, when i cry,
you respect how i feel, you never ask why.
me on the other hand, i do pretty good most of the time,
send you pics, little messages and say things that are kind.
i give you my support, my heart and my love,
give you time if you want it and never anything above,
our time together which you do the same, but i seem to forget
that and it causes you pain. it makes you hurt, but you
express it another way, you get mad and you do this thing
where you don't say anything to me for a few days, or if i beg
enough and you give in you'll never let me forget, all the shit,
i did to cause all of this. i'm sorry if i come off stingy or if i don't
seem to care about all that you do, i'm sorry if i complain alot
and seem like i check up on you. i'm sorry that i call so much
and text like i'm crazy, or try to see who you're talking to daily.
its not all about me, despite the way i come across and you are
just too good, we're too good to have any love lost. i know what
needs to be fixed, i'm working on it, i'm here, waiting and willing,
anxiously. trying a little more each day, wishing i could do it more
patiently, but you mean just that much to me, that i wish everyday
could be, one where that you and i spent happily. .
baby, come on back to me.

friday.

today is friday,-
a lonely friday.
another day without my baby.
he's been mad for what, like three days or something now.
i don't know.
everyday that we don't talk, just makes time go on forever.
* if he would just give me the chance to tell him whats on my
mind and the chance to listen, and the chance to just,
-sigh
be his babygirl and give him the respect, privacy, space he needs.
come on baby.
i'm waiting. . .