trying
and I wonder when I'm supposed to trying
to cross this invisible line you seem to have drawn in the sand
when do I give up on twelve years of history
when do I stop extending out my hand
I keep falling back on this olive branch
of another text, another call
another reminder that I can't be the one to do it all
and I'm sure I'll get a text on my birthday with
"I miss you, let's make plans"
But you never replied to the text I sent back
and canceled twice on the plans we made last
and you showed up to the funeral when my grandmother died
because you were home and your mother dragged you along
and I wanted to take that as a sign that you cared anyway
but I never got another text
and my snapchat was left open on read
and I understand if you want to stop trying
but please just try telling me that instead