I guess I can thank you
For not loving me
I finished this book
With your misery
I haven’t felt this way
In a very long time
The ache mixed with joy
Sugar and a lime
I hope you find
What you’re looking for
An empty room of fear
With no exit door
And someday when you
Think of my smile
I know the number
Your fingers will dial
But all that will ring
Is regret and denial
So make sure your volume
Is turned really low
Your ear might be blown
From the busy tone
