The Philippines II

Damn, how long has it been?
One year, six months plus; 12 days, 2 hours, and 36 minutes
I haven't heard your voice in ages
But you always come back, just to eye my literal changes
Want to see if I'm doing alright? -- fine
But when you're done, just lose my number, never pay me any mind
Because when did you really? -- always tended wounds to leave me behind
I'm sure you were sorry that love wasn't blind
But still, you were like the whole Philippines to me
Such a contradiction, because then you broke apart that idiosyncracy
It was ALWAYS on the brink with me
Sure I have some resentment built up, if you don't want to feel like shit let me be
If I'm acting bi-polar, why not just leave
Me on the phone stranded, no second chances, and no clear explanations
No standards; treating MY love as if it was a disease
That's cool to quarantine yourself, it would've been contagious
But why do you keep the letter and bag safe, kid?
Why call me out of the blue when everything would just feel stranger?
Why did you ever break my heart, why converse with a man
That you say never fucking changes, then act like it's the plan?
Why communicate with me all over again
When all you wanted to do, was see me in the same misery I've steady been in?