i see you hid away
old words i gave you
when times were brief
but oh so lovely
papercuts on my hands
from the letters
i folded elegently
to send to you
tossed away carelessly
with torn pages
coffee stains
last weeks coupons
when i call you
i cry throughout
the entire voicemail
until i get cutoff
short of showing up
on your newsfeed
i’ve just been
so damn worn out
i just wished so hard
you could work me out
make me feel better
about being so wrong
but i took away
your not recycling
or using technology properly
but so good, at breaking my heart