It's Not Want, It's Need

I bleed to know I'm alive,

I cry to remind myself that I have eyes

I listen to my heart to know its beating

I whisper to myself to know I'm still hearing

I close my eyes to feel them still tearing,

I grab my phone with my wounds still searing

I dial seven digits to know I'll be okay,

I let the dial tone ring out through my brain

I plead for an answer,

My body's like a wrestler, but my heart's like a ballerina dancer

I know I'll be okay,

Since you picked up the phone

"Hello?"

Is all you needed to say

Reviews

[Fay]

Read this like three times so so good

[bringthestoke]

Thanks so much!

[Elwyn]

you know exactly how I feel about rhyming (in case you forgot, I LOVE it) and I find this one particularly pretty. I like the shape of the poem itself, the theme and of course the flow. You can call me ANY time at all.

[bringthestoke]

Thank you darling, I just felt really thankful to know I can always count on you so I thought I'd express that ❤