hung up

[junglequeen]

im standing here, in the middle of the room
stuck
feet cold on the floor
phone frozen in my hand
praying for the dial tone to kick in
and jumpstart me

its funny how fast things change
-well not really funny actually
its the kind of funny that makes you cry and ties up your heart
hot to cold
sweet to sour
i wish i was more prepared

so distant was the voice that spoke
like the operator who speaks now in my hand
harsh and abrupt
no room for any interruptions
but that is always the way
someone will put their foot down

there is no ball
there is no court
just hot pain, like when you fall and scrape the skin off your palms
no blood to prove your story
a one sided battle was waged
and the phone still needs to be hung up