The Call

May 16, 2018

I told myself I was done with you last night.

I am so over feeling used.

I am far too good at goodbyes

Hating the way I try for you

Yet you have never tried for me.

Maybe someday I’ll find one

Who will love me the way I deserve

But as of now I am still stuck

Crying I AM SO DONE

And then picking up the phone

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