the dial tone

she calls me in her sleep
scared she said
crying to me about the one

if only she knew
i would give anything
to be that one

can i tell her,
she would never cry
but only for happiness
if i was that one?

she will refuse
she will regret
and never care
how i want her to
and how i would for her

i break a silence
with a loud sigh,

i let it all out
she listens
doesnt say a thing
untill i finish

i finished,
i hear the dial tone…

journey

regret,
the word i so often use
i wake to a noise,
dress for a hope,
glance in a reflection
and yet,
regret

ive fallen down,
this stairwell,
once before
every step,
a body part hits,
it doesnt hurt,
the 2nd time,
makes this the third

and yet i still
swell up,
i still whipe a tear,
i still brush off,
the dirt
and yet,
i start the journey

the journey,
up that same,
thousand mile,
stairwell
that still,
has the dried,
sweat, blood, and tears

from the first journey
up, down, and conclusion.

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Im going to try and see if I can keep this one secret from close friends, ex girlfriends, and family. Tired of bullshit feedback.