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I stifled my sobs,

held them at the base

of my throat.

You made me look 

like a fool

with your rejection.

I had to listen to you

go off-topic

for another half hour.

And then we hung up

and it might as well

have been a noose.

I ran to the liquor cabinet

and poured a glass of vodka,

let it coat my throat.

I hope it burns through 

the hole in my heart

and numbs my pain for tonight.

My mind spinning;

my heart racing;

my body shaking.

I looked in the mirror 

and didn't recognize myself;

my eyes blood-shot.

I was wrong about you. 

I was wrong. 

I was wrong.