RECORD.
A One-Sided Conversation

Don’t.
Wait.
Hold on.
Don’t cry.
It’s okay.
Really.
I know.
Shh.
I know you do.
Maybe soon.
There you go.
No, you aren’t.
Really.
I mean it.
He’d be a moron, otherwise.
Really.
I promise.
Don’t cry.
It’s okay.
I know.
Shh.
What can I do?

There you go.
Wait, I-
No, I can’t, I-
Don’t cry, It’s okay.
I… fine.
I just… what?
I’ll just… like this?
I don’t-
Wait, I-
I don’t, I can’t, I don’t-
I-
Oh God, what?
No, I-
I mean yes, but-
Oh god, what?
It’s not-
This isn’t-
Don’t-
Oh God, I’m shaking, I-
No, this can’t-
Please, please, pl-
No, this-
I can’t!
No!
Don’t-
No!
F-Fuck, fucking-

What happened?
I need to-
Oh my God, no, cut it-
Cut it off, I-
I never-
I don’t want to look, I don’t-
I don’t want to see it, ever, don’t-
Don’t look, don’t-
Don’t touch, I’ll never use it, I don’t want-
I don’t-
Please, I-
Don’t ever-
Don’t, don’t don’t ever-

Don’t ever cry
Don’t ever think
What would they say about you?
Would they even believe?
No, no, what did I do?
Is this me?

I feel so sick,
So, so, so sick,
And you smile,
You grin
And I hate you
And I love you
And you joke
And I… laugh?

I shake and I swallow my voice
And everything seems normal
But it’s wrong, and did it really happen?
No,
I wouldn’t,
You wouldn’t do that to me.
Would you?
Couldn’t be,
And I want to scream when you wink,
Your words are deafening,
They explode like a bombshell
And send everything to Hell;


Don’t.

Ever.

Tell.