© Black Tangled Heart
I curl the phone cord around my fingers as tears course silently
Down my cheeks, invisible to your beautiful eyes
Your voice slices through my heart, cold and cruel
"You're being manipulative."
I choke, trying to breathe, inhaling your vindictive utterance
Like poison flame upon my heart, burning
memory inside my conscience
Your words barely register in my mind,
they are blurred by one simple statement.
I place the phone in its cradle, my face in my hands, and cry.