Listen, I know I once wished to kill myself just so I could be reincarnated
and come back as your left lung to finally feel a type of breathing
that didn’t hurt, but I am done being the seconds between lightning and thunder.
I am done being the debris after the tornado.
I know it’s getting late and the stars are starting to wish upon themselves,
but before all is said and done, I just wanted to tell you-
I am the storm itself.
My mother once told me that skies are just a reflection of the ocean
but I am no longer a reflection of what you did to me.
I used to believe that on his bad days God or whoever’s up there
would switch the clouds and the seas around just to get a change of scenery
and for a few seconds the water would get to feel
all the pain the sky goes through at not being able to touch the ground
but here I am, telling you
that I am fine
and I don’t want you to feel what I feel anymore
because water doesn’t have the right to touch the skies it once tried to drown.
So I hope you memorize the sound of this dial tone after I hang up
because if you ever hurt another woman the way you hurt me,
that’s the only thing you’ll ever hear when you try to call her back.
