Just listening to the rings

once twice three times at most

sweaty palms

wet lips

your eyes are dry

and yet they're crying out

an ocean

you can't take it any longer

set this device down

let it pound to the ground

it's over but you don't

want that to become reality in your mind

out there; you know it's real

but inside; it's just a tale

before you make any

conclusions

adding up solutions

you know it's all there

a finger print away

from murder

in your prison cell

with your eyes so dry

sweaty palms

finger prints all over

your one phone call is over

he never called you

so why should he answer

when you called out to him

his lips only paused

from the locking kiss

he was passing on

to another woman

lies and dissapointments

the marks on your face mean nothing

to you the only thing you want

is for him to know

that you forgive him

that no matter who he kissed

no matter how many lies he told

no matter what his device he used

to put bruises and slashes on

your face

but through all those

lost memories

you still l o v e him