It's February. You've Come From
Behind Your Walls. You're Better.
You Decide Not To Talk To Anybody As
In A Relationship.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Your Phone Rings. It's An Unknown
Number. Not Saved In Your Phone.
You Answer.
"Who is this?" You Ask Thinking They
May Have The Wrong Number.
"It's Me, Baby".
Pause
Did He Just Call Me Baby? After All
He Has Put Me Through?! "Fuck You
Nigga !" You Yell Through The Phone
Before Hanging Up And Blocking
That Number. Aww, Man. Here Come
The Tears. Why Did He Have To Come
Back After You Got Better? Why Do
They Do That? Back To Old Habits.
Taking Tylenol. Taking Drugs.
Plotting Suicide. Overdosing,
Hoping That You Fall Into A Deep
Sleep. Days Pass. He Constantly
Calls. You Finally Answer And Talk.
Once Again, He Apologizes. You
Forgive Him. But Lowkey Don't
Trust Him. Sorry Baby Girl Lesson
Not Yet Learned You Still Got Some
Ways To Grow.
