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please don't ever call me

again.

i have lost you to too many bad dreams.



and if you loved me

my just-awoken voice as you pluck me

from sleep

would smooth the edges of your anger

instead they cut me

cut me

to a million little pieces

i'm a million little pieces

now



you don't want to heal me

on the phone

you send me naught but

hateful tones

i know

i know

i have to come to terms with losing you

alone



don't ever call me again

you have lost the mouth

that fits around

i love you

you have lost the soul



and this is the boy who stopped my suicide

yes, this is the boy who loved diamonds from my stones,

this is the boy who dove/ clothes on

into the pacific and plucked my body from the blue



i lost him

we have drowned together trying to get atop

so we could float

and soaking/ on shore

I realize

I tried so hard to save you

lost my lungs so I could save you

so now

I realize

I have to come to terms with the loss

of you

alone