please don't make me feel
that dreadful sinking inside
in the second of dull silence
when i slowly realise that
you didn't pick up the phone
anything but the rejection
that feeds my anxiety like a furnace
and i can never quite succeed
to quell the rising stench
of stale disappointment
time and time and time again
the shining promise of your voice
leads me to the same forsaken place
i'm so full of naive expectations
but one by one they die
please don't leave me whispering
through to the empty room
"i thought I meant more than this"
grasping the cold dead phone
and drowning in the knowledge
that I'm alone
YOU ARE READING
It Runs In Our Code
Poetrythe two of us together we're straining against our stitches so many coded kisses have been encrypted on our lips { this is where we continue to ponder the absence of all capital letters } This is my second book of poetry, a sequel of sorts to Eyes F...
