"Hello, My Name is..."

June 21, 2015
i remember when the phone rang at the ungodly hour of three in the morning
you started screaming
unholy words dripping from your deranged brain filled with thoughts of hatred and 
sorrow
i remember how i just sat there
your colloquies slicing at the crevices of my mind
tearing every bit away
just like the rain disintegrates the ember of your cigarette
i remember hanging up the phone on you
sending the old piece of plastic across the room
digging my head into the indented valley of my pillow
salted water littering the skin around my eyes
and the cotton of the pillowcase
i remember when the phone rang at the ungodly hour of three in the morning
"hello, my name is depression."

July 8, 2016
i remember when the phone rang at the ungodly hour of three in the morning
you started whispering
singing a soft melody of sweet poetry tied together
with laces of love and happiness
i remember that i just sat there
all of your colloquies burn holes of beautiful canvas
that bring a smile upon my saddened face
then i remember the red in your voice
the crystal shards your penetrated my heart with
the sweet melody turning into one of hatred and disgust
screaming at me to cry, to hurt, to suffer, to die
but i remember the last thing you said to me
"please love yourself"
i remember hanging up the phone
i placed it next to me
i lied down in the valley of my pillow
feeling empty, but safe
i remember when the phone rang at the ungodly hour of three in the morning
"hello, my name is recovery."

t.m

This poem is about: 
Me

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