The Obesessive Ex
The telephone rings, causing my guts to tighten … again,
More bitter words fall from your bile soaked mouth
You hang up after drenching me in abuse … again.
A text magically appears announcing its arrival with a delicate chime,
But its optimistic song poorly disguises the bitter words contained within … again.
Another, then another and then the phone rings.
I hate that phone …. I want it to ring its self hoarse
Once upon a time I ran to answer your calls,
And now I run from them.
Your car is parked outside my apartment … again