Poem -

Phone calls

Phone calls

You confuse me,
We talk all night and the next day it’s like it never happened
You become cold
Like a bittersweet ice cream cone
The saddest part is saying goodnight 
Knowing how you’ll act the next day
I try to bear it 
But it’s becoming a paradox
I can’t live like this
I don’t wanna say goodbye 
To the person I wanted to spend my life with

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