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Author: Adora Akai not a sophistocated poem. just honest emotions about relationships, i believe a few readers could relate to this poem
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 447 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-05-05 - id: 1800518
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Love blah etc
I was crazy that night. I called him and I was crazy
First call - crazy happy that he answered. Crazy happy that he called me back.
Second call - Crazy happy that he noticed it took me more than a half hour to call him back.
Third call - just plain crazy when I called him at 6 am sobbing
I thanked him thanked him thanked him for answering his phone
After a three month absence
His voice was a choir of angels
Sparkling wind chimes
A familiar lullaby
My mother's music box
His voice was wonderful
And it was speaking to me for the first time in so long
Laughing with me
Enjoying my voice
It was super, to say the least
Super
Amazing
Saving
In the dark in the cold in the 6 am gloom I shivered under a fuzzy brown blanket and my panic dribbled out my mouth, into the receiver, over phone lines that transferred it into light, to his phone, to his ear, through the canals inside, to his brain, and arriving in his heart
Crazy girl, he must've thought
Crazy girl, I thought myself!
But you never know how alarmed and scared and irrational you feel after a large man hits you until one actually does
And I called him at 6 am, the drunk truths falling out that I missed him like crazy and loved him blah blah blah love love love etc etc etc
And sobering up, I saw it was a lie
I saw I wasn't interested in him now, just like I wasn't before
I saw that I needed a savior, any savior, not him
I needed love
Love love love blah blah blah etc etc etc
We all need love
And we all do shitty things to get it
We are all shit, really…
I need to see you I need to see you, came the drunk truth from my mouth
Sunday, he said
When Sunday came, it was just like the last few months
Silence
No answer. No call back.
His voice flittered back into my life one night on angel's wings
On the wings of a savior
Who enclosed me in the arms of his voice
Reminded me that there is a good person
That can love and care about me
And not hit me
And his voice left again
Not on angel's wings
Not so extraordinarily
Just in that way that happens so often
So undramatically, so casually
Yet so
Utterly
painfully
And its absence reminded me
that there is a good person
That can love and care about me
And that I broke his heart
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