© 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

a sour

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.