Motorola DynaTAC 8000x, 

Life is shattered like the phone screens of people in their 20’s.

But. At. Least. We. Living.

It’s all so contradicting.

It’s all these people that want my attention, and I’m ignoring them because I want your attention.

Life is always happening, the cycle is viscous.

Keep the circle closed.

Nowadays what you got my number saved as in your phone?

When it comes to the heart there’s no collect calls.

Caller ID thoughts.

Who on the other line?

Come back to me. *69

I’m gone now.

Welcome to the other side.

It’s simple. 

“I love you and I want the feeling back”

It’s complex.

Because, I don’t know how to tell you that.

A lot of what really needs to said gets lost in translation. They make you feel dumb so now you have to keep your long distance. Now all those words that were in your head go to the list of shower thoughts of all the things you never said. Back and fourth with all these paragraphs. Until one of us get left on read.

She want to yell with exclamation points, but instead she types “K.

He should put up more of a fight but he just sends “goodnight

They both up thinking what more could I say.?

Is it too late to communicate?

All those text that get no reply

All those text that get no reply

You know explanations one of those things that I do like.

You could’ve told me that you went on and switched sides.

I took the brakes off because I thought you were down the ride.

I took the brakes off because I thought you were down the ride.

There’s so much power in what we choose to deny.

All those text that get no reply.

All those text that get no reply.

Missed connection for the late night invite.

Where we need to multiply there always a divide.

Come and tell me to put that pride to the side

Let me hold you and say “it’ll be alright

You know communication is one of those things that I do like

There’s so much power in the battles that we choose to fight.

All those text that get no reply.

All those text that get no reply

I need that face to face.

In real life I save our conversations like voicemails in my memory bank.

Your body language is a polygraph it tells me everything.

I need to feel you love me.

I need to hear you hate me.

You realize you were wrong…so again you love me.

The numbers ain’t changed.

You always by your phone

I’m always by my phone.

No dial tone here.

If I ask you something real.

Is the truth you fear?

Is this the last time?

When it comes to us, don’t let me say “goodnight

Autocorrect: don’t let me say “goodbye

Put the whole world on Do Not Disturb. Just promise that you’ll talk to me.

Nights and weekends.

I don’t want you ever wondering who is occupying my time.

All those text that get no reply.

All those text that get no reply.

There’s so much power in what we choose to deny. There’s so much said by for what we choose to fight.

I can’t give up on us. So you hang up first.

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