Before Pain Was Always Free Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

no, really, you continue calling
but i do not want to speak
honestly i see too much of you
so i've spoken my piece

but, it kinda hurts when i know
that love's blind of hurt: hello

please, do not add expression
to the weakness in your voice
walking, calling, talking to me
giving me disease

it kinda pains to let it rain
when all i feel is fire in my veins

so don't call me anymore
i won't be there to pick it up
listening, thinking, anxiously waiting
for you to call me, so stop

i won't be there to pick it up
you walk and talk and call me
reminding me of better days
before pain was always free