inconsistent

Jesus Christ,
You are as inconsistent
as the Texas weather.
Hot one day,
cold the next.
I want to ignore you,
but I can't.
Release me.
Just admit that you
have no intentions
of ever being loved.
Don’t play with me.
Don’t pretend that this night
means anything more
than a pedicure
to you.
Don’t kiss me
like there is more than a kiss
to come.
Just be a friend
and admit that we are friends.
Don’t dial me up
when you are lonely
and play it off
as if you want me.
If I were stronger
I wouldn't answer.
I am busy
with life.
But I want you
in my life.
In the end
we will both be disappointed,
but I will be hurt
and hurt
lasts longer.