you type:
call me
and it almost always sounds like
you're choking
on the hauntings of the day.
my heart is racing,
heavy breathing
as i punch in your
number and i
still get startled when
it starts to ring.
but once you utter: hello,
everything falls apart
and time slows
and the world stops turning
for that split second.
for that one moment,
your shaky hello
tells me so much more
than you have ever said to me
when others are with us.
you become my everything.
but then when the call ends,
and you whisper a goodbye,
the thoughts start to fill me up again
and i start to miss you almost immediately.
in that one hour,
you have made me forget
all that was sad and wrong in my life.
when you go to sleep,
i just want to die.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
you type:
call me
and it almost always sounds like
you're choking
on the hauntings of the day.
my heart is racing,
heavy breathing
as i punch in your
number and i
still get startled when
it starts to ring.
but once you utter: hello,
everything falls apart
and time slows
and the world stops turning
for that split second.
for that one moment,
your shaky hello
tells me so much more
than you have ever said to me
when others are with us.
you become my everything.
but then when the call ends,
and you whisper a goodbye,
the thoughts start to fill me up again
and i start to miss you almost immediately.
in that one hour,
you have made me forget
all that was sad and wrong in my life.
when you go to sleep,
i just want to die.
THANK YOU FOR THE TINY MOMENTS OF BLISSFUL PEACE
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