MAKIAH—Bradley Gravening
Don’t fucking call me, she says.
I haven’t heard that voice in over a year.
Such malice and anger resonating through the phone.
Is this the love I have lost?
It catches me totally off guard.
I feel as though I’m in a dream.
I’ve wanted this for so long.
To hear her say it from her own lips.
Lips that I used to kiss.
Now spit such poison.
Then silence sets in, did she hang up?
What can I ever say to her_
A year ago we were lovers, then she disappeared.
Finally after months go by, a dear John letter.
I’m with someone else now and not even in the Springs.
Please don’t write to my Dad’s, for I won’t even receive it
Funny how things can change so quick.
It makes me believe that nothing is really true.
My heart break, then shatters.
I feal numb and cold inside.
I thought she was different.
An anomaly of some sorts.
Everyone runs away from me.
But you came and found me.
Was this all just a cosmic conspiracy?
To make me feel truly loved.
Just to rip it away from me.
Leaving me alone in the dark again.
Where is the light in all this madness?
Will I ever find my true love?
Don’t fucking call me she says.
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