You called
Again
This time you left
Another voicemail
I shake my head, then roll my eyes
Then I feel myself begin to think
Perhaps he needs to talk to me
Specifically
I listen to your voice like I have so many times before
"I don't know why I called-"
I throw down my phone
Don't know?
Then don't
Just don't
Tears are inching towards the corners of my eyes
Hate is everywhere, in hot white flames inside my mouth
Blindly I splash water over me
Shaky hands because of our ruined foundation
My eyes find yours in the mirror
And I start screaming
The glass isn't who put me through Hell
Yet it suffers all your consequence
When it is covered in spit
One would think I would feel-
But no I am still insufficient