telephone tears

There is nothing more painful than hearing

The sound of your drunken tears over the phone

You said you were okay

But I didn't believe you and you knew

I didn't believe you

You asked me if I would still bring you cigarettes if you went back to detox

I said, yes of course.

It always comes down to this. I don't have to tell you what it comes down to

Because you already know.

I'll never fall again, you said.

For who? I asked.

For anyone, you answered.

I love you so much, you said.

I love you too, I said.

I'm going to go have a bath.

Okay. Goodnight.

I always wonder when it will be the last time we'll say goodbye.

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