You don't have to tell me I can be mad at you.
I already am. I'm not mad for too many reasons, just enough.
I'm mad that you ignored my attempts to contact you for an entire day.
I'm mad that you made me feel used even though I believe your promise that you did not.
I'm terribly mad you ended this for the second time
And at last, I am angry, considering our current "places" in life, that you believe we cannot be together.
The reason is you're not ready.
And when you are I hope I'm there..
But I may not be.
Although, I'm not ready to let this go.
So until you come around...