He: What're you afraid of?
12:38am

She: Losing you.
Because I don't want to lose you. And if I lose you I know that I will feel empty for years after. And I don't want that incompleteness. I just want you.
12:41am

We talked on the phone because she hated to text
Giving me a hint of what comes next
My heart used to be empty and as hard and black as coal
but she set it on fire and now it feels full
Your heart is broken while mine is whole
So let's put them together and only be half broken
So we can be the same heart but in different skin
You make my weeks eventful
Instead of my days of seven dull
We compliment each other, I push you pull
I compliment you to bring joy
You'd compliment me but you're too coy
I run for our future while you run from your past
Good thing we're fast
And not to put you on blast,
but,
let's end get out of this rut
it's monotonous
so let's make this concept official, us

im so sorry
but I just
can't come to
my senses
to not tell
someone goodnight
to someone i love
because every night
my mom tells me goodnight
and I love her very much

return the text
answer the call
she knows she's been difficult
but it's been a hard night for her

she is so close to the edge
but you could turn it around if you just
returned the text
answered the call

you don't want to wake up tomorrow in a world without her
don't let your frustration get in the way of
returning the text
answering the call

Tap the screen
Send the text
So my mind can be free
Heart beating fast
Seen at 10:23

12:05 am, drunk text, honest words
fingers brush the send button
message sent reads the screen,
sweaty palms, backtracking
hit delete, no use

eyes close, deep breath
message received


1:00 am, sober thoughts
angry groan, swear words
escape your lips,
waiting, hoping, praying
hit open, no use
eyes close, deep sigh
no reply

3:16 am**, point of no return
parallel realities flash by
one good, one bad
one yes, one no
call him? no use
eyes close, almost asleep
one new text

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In the vast corners of the room was a telephone that read broken. Poets are really deep because they can turn nothing into something. To me, the telephone meant that us as our generation have broken communication. We get rid of our problems over text like ending a relationship or quitting a job.