Stay late and sleep in

So, I'm a little bitter. Ok, alot bitter. Let's just say I played tennis yesterday and the ball didn't make it. So I wrote this poem. It's a little sketchy but I'm sure you're smart enough to get the gist of what I'm trying to say. Read on.

Stay late and sleep in.
This can wait until the morning.
Your short attention span can't handle my long-term love.

Does your shadow still follow?
Can you sense my rage?
Am I expected to put a full stop on my feelings to make it easier for you?

Friends or foes for me to decide.
Waiting foolishly for the phone to ring.
And the sheet music that I requested is for the song that's haunting me.

The tears will dry.
My heartache will fade.
I'll find someone I can lean on and never be hurt by you again.

I'll miss those kisses.
So glad you're not number seven.
I hope your feelings are more convenient for you in the future.