• ‘Don’t text me’

    by  • July 30, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Confusion • 4 Comments

    I will never have a good reaction to that.

    But now you can.
    But now you can’t.
    But now you can.
    But now you can’t.

    ‘Don’t text me.’

    I’m rather bothered and annoyed. More so that you offer no time to say sorry when I am sorry.

    And then I’m just annoyed more.

    I’m so annoyed.

    You’re really annoying me.


    Call me.
    You jerk.
    Call me.

    And I’ll let you give me a massage.
    I’ll give you one first.

    I’m so annoyed.
    I need to hear your voice.

    I’m mad
    I’ve gone mad.
    Not really.

    I miss you.
    Kids make me sane.

    So much more sane than me.

    Than. Then.

    Yeah I use em right.

    More wine.
    This batch so yummy.

    But I’d like a beer.

    I’m so sad.

    They get so mad when I say it.
    The way I do.
    So matter of.


    Tick tock
    Goes the block.
    I keep it up.
    Like a Lego.

    Totally penetrable in that sense.

    God damn.
    What is going on in that head of yours?

    Wrote a bunch today.
    Funny thing is….
    It’s been a while.

    You fed off unfacts.
    How was I to know that?

    I didn’t.
    It’s all hindsight.

    Give me more behind.

    Pun intended.

    Because I miss you.
    I’m sorry I suck.

    4 Responses to ‘Don’t text me’

    1. jbennett
      August 1, 2017 at 4:11 am


      • Author
        August 1, 2017 at 1:37 pm

        How to approach that….Hmmmmm. Perhaps I was low on iron when I wrote this? Definitely I was. Post chocolate week for sure. That’s my interpretation of the word iron on this letter.

    2. EmptytpmE
      August 2, 2017 at 9:24 am

      Sometimes the chatterbox needs its own escape loneliness in crowded rooms I cannot seem to shake

    3. Really?
      August 4, 2017 at 4:42 pm

      Chatter box? Fuckin crazy is what it is, no doubt why this site takes so long to update.

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