sjsprWriting

Please stop calling.
Stop begging me to "stay".
What are bloody knuckles worth in a fight against yourself?
Put them down.
I cannot handle the anger that condenses inside me as it hits me over and over again,
that you only miss me when you run out of thems.
I waited, and tried, but now your text messages make me flinch,
and in my mind, I can only visualize the crazy in your eyes,
as they pierced me with hatred and obsession.
I don't want this.
Realize that I've closed my door.
Stop trying to pick the locks of a doorknob without a keyhole.
Go and find a girl who wont hate herself around you,
or cringe everytime you speak.
I wasn't born to shelter you.
I know I promised you forever, wrote it down with blood and ink,
but you know I've always had a problem with lying.
I don't feel to blame anymore.
I didn't leave, and how dare you expect me to have lingered when you fled?
I'm not your person.
You don't own me,  you never did.
I cannot save you, or fix you,
stop asking me to try.

Please, stop calling.
You're holding up the line.