i don't prefer being lonely, don't prefer being alone fear is handcuffing me and keeping me away from the phone oh, life! do you despise me so much that you would keep me down, to watch and laugh as i slowly , very slowly, drown? i stare at the phone, maybe i won't call, maybe i will to not feel perfect as i grip the window sill and its what i must do, i know i have no choice alone with the politics, fuck it, lets talk to joyce and what's going to happen if i do call, what then? will you call me back? will we ever talk again? to sit on the edge of my seat, not doing any work, just waiting. i will make the call but im not ready now. soon... i will promise.Birth sign: Aries
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