Hello?
Your voice came through the phone.
I'm sorry.
That's a lie.
I know you,
Your games.
Your tears.
They're that of a crocodile.
A few weeks ago,
I trusted you.
And you tore me to shreds.
Only days ago,
You showed up at my doorstep.
Hello?
You asked for me back.
No.
And you left me with a mark.
A bruise on my right cheek,
Where you struck me.
Hello?
You say it into the phone again.
I don't answer.
You lied.
You broke me.
Broke us.
And still, after I've hung up,
You say into your phone,
Hello?
YOU ARE READING
Poems I Think?
RandomA small book of pieces, that I don't knkw if they'd classify as poems. I'll write them to what I'm feeling, and they're all real. "If you judge a fish on it's ability to climb a tree, it will live the rest of it's life feeling stupid." Albert Einst...
