Instead of fighting
Instead of pushing and tugging and pressing each other buttons
You have to give up
Instead of trying to make life easier it becomes easier to make life more difficult…
And phone lines grow rusty and full of static.
I cant hear your voice just muffled yells…
I try to hang up but, the stranger on the other end sounds familliar to me and I don’t know how to leave behind what I’ve lost…
Though I’ve been here before, not on this exact phone but in this exact situation.
I’ve hung up and moved on.more times than ive hung on and moved up.
I know, if anything, it’s more plausible- no more night of sitting here angry or feeling underpaid and overworked. No more distressing text messages or aching conversations.
It’s not a matter of time, when the man you know has aged backwards- throws tantrums like a five year old when he doesn’t get his way.
No, I can’t do it anymore. This stress is too much. The get back too little.
I have to let go of my anger and stop letting go as a form of vengeance.
I have to come to terms with the fact that he’ll move on and it’s for the better because I’m saving myself many years of suffering. Such a cost is worthy.
And I’m going to move on too, and it’ll be okay, because in a year I won’t know what I was thinking, just that I was in a bad place, with my finger on the angry switch.