Call Me At Four

We wonder where the time went

When we watched it wash off our hands

Down the drain

You have another new man

You tell me he's in a band

And it's got me in a bind

That you can't remember what you left behind

You tasted like sugarcane

But now that's down the drain

You're not my taste

And it's such a waste

Your pretty face

When you use it for what you do

Who you do

I hope you don't misconstrue my words

You can do what you want

But don't expect me to respond

When you text me at three

With an apology

I'm done with the terminology

It's down the drain

So you can text me at four

And I'll come just like before

Hang some new white décor

Or wash it down the drain

I can't refrain from you

I'm so entertained by you

So you can call me at four

And I'll come just like before

Reviews

[EcstaticEuphoria]

So relatable! Those of us who always seem to know that it's right to walk away, leave, run away! Yet we come back again, again, AGAIN! But why? It's our own fate, cause surely those that treat us badly aren't invested enough to be hurt. Such a great write! Keep it up!

[Najam Us Saher]

This poem expresses your rage. Be strong....