Pitch and Tension

You called me, 

I answered.

You started off casually, 

I matched your energy.

You switched notes.

Your words, 

As your confidence rose, 

So did my notes, 

Climbing in pitch and tension.

Your ignorance, 

Your confidence, 

Crescendo rises.

I asked, 

"What about unconditional love?"

You replied, 

"What is that?"

How could you?

Within, 

The crescendo reached its highest.

"I don't need anything from you!",

I yelled.

I left.

You called me once more, 

I ignored.

As the crescendo reached decrescendo, 

My words, 

I do not regret.

I stand my ground, 

And leave you there.