My phone rang again. I told him, that I was bulimic. He was shocked. In MY shock, I hung up. He hasn't stopped calling me since. I don't know how he feels. I regret hanging up. It's been two days.
I can't stand the ringing, so I grabbed the phone. Then I look to my right at the faint orangey yellow glow of my clock. 3:15am. Almost as soon as I answer my heart melts. He's been crying.
"Ive been so worried... I'm sorry. And I love you."
"It's ok. I love you too. I shouldn't have hung up. I-"
"I'm coming over. And I'll stay with you for as long as you need me."
I'm in tears.
"I-I love you. And thank you. You mean so much to me."
"You're beautiful & you know that right? I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore."
All I could do was sniffle, and laugh a little.
"I'm on my way. Just breathe ok?"
He hung up. And that was that, and I was happy.
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Self-destruction
PoetryThis book of poems and short pieces of writing are made from life experience, and feelings. Some might even seem supernatural, depressing, or just odd.
