I’m revisiting everything. Asking if the anger I’m holding still has a home here or if we’re ready to let it go. I’ve been shedding a lot lately. Banking on changing seasons, a whole new me.
Hate is the enemy of grief. Keeping the toxicity alive within our body. I wonder why you’re calling but not enough to break my peace. When you’re hurt that I never answer… just know that I’m hurt that you’ve demonstrated so little regard for my boundaries that this is how I have chosen to find safety.
Butt Dial
When your brother calls
Six times
Back to back
It will not ring
Emergency
Beyond outrage
At your refusal
To answer
The first time
Entitlement
Disregarded as
Persistent butt dials
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 