• Is it possible to take back what I have done
    I listened to him over the phone, while he listened to me.
    Even though we had never met we somehow knew it would become a weekly ritual.
    He would text me I would text him,
    then he would call.
    I would listen to him as he listened to me.
    I remember the first time it happened,
    It was like a blur.
    When it was all over he asked if I was okay.
    I replied yes,
    Then we said goodnight to eachother three times before hanging up the phone.
    I looked at my fingers...
    Bloody fingers, bloody fingers, bloody fingers.
    I just stared for a moment not comprehending anything,
    I picked up a tissue and wiped my fingers.
    Bloody fingers, bloody fingers, bloody fingers.
    I do not regret.
    We listened to eachother over the phone three more times after that,
    Then we met in person.
    I was nervous my voice was shaking.
    It was like the first phone call before we ever listened to one another,
    He didn't make do anything I didn't want to do.
    Except make me laugh,
    Though I know all good things end...
    You may think I'm being selfish discarding him,
    I think of it as saving myself from the pain of seeing him reject me.