It is 3:27 A.M.
We just ended a three hour call
This was the first time hearing your voice in 6 months
You said my name like old times
Like we never ended
We talked effortlessly
But only about your wants and needs
That is what I've always been here for right
Your call was nothing more than an attempt for a late night hookup
But for me it was a slap to the face
The sound of your voice hit me like a ******* train
A repercussion of memories appeared stronger than ever
Does it bring you pleasure to trifle with my feelings
I tell myself to hate you
But you know more than anyone that will never happen
Because I am wrapped around your finger
Not knowing how to set myself free