May 15, 2013 11:45 pm

Tue, 06/25/2013 - 01:36 -- CapnNar


I let myself cry in the tub

When the water is hot

So I can pretend

That they're not tears

Just water for bathing

And my face is twisted

Because of the heat

Not the pain

I can't tell if its real or not

Am I causing problems for myself

Or are there no problems at all?

I can't tell 

I don't know

There's radio silence

And the only time I hear your voice

Is when you let me know who you are

After the final ring goes to voice mail

Like it has done

And will keep doing 

Until I learn to stop calling


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