It's funny how a phone call
can change the way you see
and it's funny how a phone call
changed everything for me;
it was a surprise to hear it ring
in the middle of the night,
and the glow from my phone
was way too fucking bright.
but then I saw your name,
illuminated on the screen
and it took everything I had
not to scream.
we hadn't talked in ages
since we had our fight
I never dreamed you'd call me
not tomorrow, not tonight
that one phone call
made me unbelievably glad
because honestly, I missed you
and really always had.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
