Your promises that have never been kept,
your lies that could fill up New York city,
your excuses that could be made into a book larger than a dictionary,
your ghost like absence that can never ever be filled;
my body fills with anger, blood boiling like hot water in a kettle over a flaming fire and the desire grows stronger to hate you.


Do you feel sorry?
Do you even think of me?
Do I even show up in your thought’s
No, selfish mind.


I will be there this time, i promise.
Hours waiting, clock ticking, and no call, no ring.
Selfish mind.


I was caught up at work, I swear that I tried to call.
Ears filled with lies, mind compacted with questions,
I wonder do you care?
No, selfish mind.


I thought that you didn’t want me around you,
excuse after excuse.
Selfish mind.


I know that I haven’t been around, but this time I will be there for you.
Still remaining absent like mail that has been lost completely,
selfish mind.


I continued to listen to your promises knowing you wouldn’t keep them,
I listened to your lies forcing myself to believe them,
I accepted each excuse always siding by you,
I sat and waited knowing absence is one of your talents too.

The opportunity to change was always an option and you still choose to ignore it and let it fade away, magnets separating.

Now you are and will always be a visual ghost in my life with nothing but a selfish mind.