And so her message begins,
"Hello, I am drunk." And I think,
"Oh my God _ what is it now?
" It's been weeks since you've said a word.
"Ha!" Hell no. I don't think so.
It's not funny; no you're not funny.
You're laughing, and, I'll bet money on you.
So is it you I'm talking to?
"Ha!" Hell no. I don't think so.
And so my answer begins, "Hello,
how are you? I am fine. That's great you've got numbers.
And five well, that's a lot for you.
You are so, so way cool." Typing every word and
I just meant everything I said.
I'm not holding back a thing,
I am not what's tying you down.
It's so odd, to see your words,
but then, how am I supposed to tell?
Are you mad? Are you sad? You seem bitter.
Shouldn't you make those calls?
I trusted and you fucked me.
So I'll never trust again.
I wish I'd never met you. I wish I'd never met you.
And five well, that's a lot for you.
I wish I'd never met you. And fuck your friends, too.