Wrong One

For all I’ve chosen to do

Just short of crying for him

Laid my heart out for him to take

Yet he leaves it lie there.

Another is begging my attention

Which is falling against my banging indifference

Until one night I am weak

The night I want to know I can be wanted.

Laughing about old times

Most of which I can barely recall

Though something tells me

Most of it may be true.

While the one I want is entagled in his internal war

I sit and play in the past with the devil

That would snatch my heart in a moment

If only he knew where to find it.

When the phone rings in the middle of the night

Wanting to hear my voice

Wishing I would tell him I wanted him

It is always the wrong one.