This is the last time.So is tomorrow. And the next day. And the rest of my life.
This is the last time I am asking you to care.
I beg you to care the next day.
This is the last time I break up with you.
We hang out that afternoon.
I say I am going to call your bluff but you call mine when you don't stop me from walking away.
I blocked your number and then unblocked it in case you decided to apologize. You probably just sent it before I could get your number unblocked.
Right? That has to be right.
You've made yourself a liar. You promised you would change. You promised you wouldn't talk to me that way. The way no one else knows about.
I find myself sending you another paragraph about everything you have heard before. I break a little more every time you respond with "okay".
All I want is you to tell me you won't hurt me anymore. But even if you said it I wouldn't believe you.
YOU ARE READING
Everything I couldn't remember to say
PoetryThis is for all the nights I looked forward to coming home and typing out everything I couldn't say. This is for the ones that have said so much that their words didn't matter anymore. This is for the ones who needed their words to change someone t...