Thursday, January 7, 2021

A sort of suicide

I heard your voice on the phone
I cried, but
Not why you might think
I realized I was all alone
Forever trapped in the four walls
Of this home
I miss you
But not enough to destroy my life
I love you
But you demand things I can't do
Or won't
You send me letters
Calling me
Sending texts
You want more than my love
You want more than sex
And I can't
Do something like that
Casually
I miss you
But I can't do that
Won't do that
Again
Goodbye, I love you
But not enough
To kill me