Taunting

 

I felt your manic laughter

On the other end

Of the phone last night

Tears trickled down my restless eyes

Thoughts beginning to take its form

Into somber clouds of apprehension

Blending with the aggravation that sparked

A menacing fire in my heart.

How could I let you crawl under my skin like this?

Tormenting me with every passing step?

Taunting me when I smile at strangers, waving as I go?

I felt your manic laughter

On the other end

Of the phone last night

Your words infiltrating my already superficial wound

Left and right thumb compressing it

Ferocity pouring out of you.

It wasn't enough for you

Every virtuous piece

I sacrificed without turning back

Wasn’t enough for your incompetent standards.

How could I let you stomp over me like this?

Teasing me for being valiant in what I want?

That didn't include you?

I felt your manic laughter

On the other end

Of the phone last night

Regretting ever loving you

With every ounce I had left in me

Not knowing what I was getting myself into

Two full years’ worth of self-hatred

Low self-esteem that passes by

Every once in a while, as if it were a familiar stranger

It doesn't cease to stop

It’s a part of me like how it’s a part of you

Lifting us up from the ground

As if it were a cyclone

Hurling us into the void

Of self-pity

How could I let you manipulate me like this? 

Conjuring a fictitious world where I

Morphed myself into another pallid version of you?

I felt your manic laughter

On the other end

Of the phone last night. 

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