The Phone falls to the floor
My useless jumble is no longer recieved
From the reciever I can hear you scream of my past wrongs,
Past rights missunderstood and twisted into unlegible words.
The useless streak of cries that I call back
Trying to show you my side of things echoes in my head
But empathy and apology isn't in your small vocabulary
For my words are drowned in the air you breathe,
And squashed soon enough under the four inch heels
That you so carefully take care of.
Author notes
A pretty short poem.. I don't quite know if it's finished yet considering I don't know what direction things are going in at this point. But yeah.. Its just about a really close friend of mine and I being in a big fight..
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2422273
and this one:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/2773104
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