Death By Mobile Phone. Poem by black panther eyes eastick

Communication
between lovers
through text messages
Is
Wrought with danger...

Instead of picking up the phone
you message me
i am
Drowsy
Disorientated
Down
You message me
to say
You cannot see me
for some time...
that you
are very sorry....
(i interpret guilt, pressure.)
I know your dilemma...
I have been here before
you like me
You dont want to hurt me
You are unable to give me
What YOU think i want\NEED...

Dear boy....
i have news for you
i am not attached to future outcomes
i do not believe in dreams
i am aware of illusions
slithers of images
reflecting back to me
distortions
parts of myself
not yet recognized...

i am defensive...
and text back
my detached views,
you reply with a hurt tone...
I see a dog
With a tale between its legs
i have kicked you where it hurts
Just as you did to me.
'dont do your head in girl...
your nature is too precious to damage..'
you reply late last night...
'too late', i whisper to myself..
ive been doing that
ever since we met.

I try not to feel rejected
and reason that it is him...
Not me...
Problem is
is is both of us
swirling
in our issues
that are
seperate
and united
at the same time...

I have read
the messages
over and over
my feelings are intense
so i sit and type
and ponder my life...
Courage rises
the clock ticks on....
i am wanted
i am needed
my students
are waiting...