Don’t call me if you’ve been drinking.
I don’t want to hear from you then.
You’re so sad and mean + you don’t remember and I’m stuck
listening to a person who holds himself
not responsible, who says
this conversation doesn’t matter. -It is what it is-
I can only be honest when my chemicals have changed
me into some lesser version of myself. I am wounded see
and tomorrow, pretend you don’t.
This phone call never happened.