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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.
- by Solomon Danforth |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/24/2009 |
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- Title: Bloody Fingers
- Artist: Solomon Danforth
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Description:
Well Uh...
I don't really want to talk about it.
it's just me venting on my insecurity.
I feel like even after we did what we did over the phone.
Even though he says we can trust eachother and won't force me into anything.
I'm scared none the less.
It's all new to me and I came up with this. I just wanted to share it with you guys. - Date: 04/24/2009
- Tags: bloody fingers
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