i’ll swallow this anger, these howcouldyou tears
i’ll bottle and save them for later, when i have the time to remember what each one was for
one called “getoffyourhighhorse”
another labeled “imjustcallingyouout”
i’ll stack them high in the back of my mind
lets just save them for the next time you decide i’m doing a bit too well,
the next time you wanna bring me down to your level
you know, i missed you too, but i also knew that we go in and out like shitty cell service
sometimes instead of calling over and over and over again you hang up and wait until you see a goddamned phone tower













