i'll never forget

the

ringtone

that wastobe

ensued by an alltoofamiliar

voicemail…

but you picked up

(i guess you'd already erased

everything. that. had. to. do. with. me)

a gentle hello

questioning who was on the other end

… if only you'd have known it was me… you'd have let it go to voicemail

my responsive hello?

still gave no clue…

(it is me and i just want to say

i'm sorry… i'm sorry… i'm sorry)

"Who is this."

The last words you said to me without the rehearsed hatred

and rightful pang of pain

"it's me… -"

and then the world flipped upside down…

you

knew

who'd

become

the

phantom

on

the

other

end…

the bitch who fucked your friend

I am she

and always will be

in your mind

the traitor…

(was the price… worth the knowledge…

how can I look you in the eye and tell you it was worth it… to… figure out me…)

either way i. paid. the. price.

and i'll never forget

i'm sorry… so sorry

that the ringtone was ensued by a simple, unheartbroken

hello