Matthew Bailey Poet Free verse

5th Degree Burn

I’m tasting fumes 
Every word I try to say, 
burning me up inside 

I forgot all my chances 
at the girl-next-door’s house 

And I waited to call you 
as the medication wore down 

Is my heart beating through the phone?
So loud,
I can’t hear myself think 

Think for a second,
say your piece,
I hope it’s metaphorically sound 

With the just the right amount 
of hopeless romantic 

Is my heart beating through the phone?
We’re half way through this monologue 
but I haven’t heard an apology yet 

You must have started where I left off
I must have heard things wrong
Oh, and your pitiness has really worn off 
at this point

I’m far from hanging up 
but my words have just as much passion 
as I want them to

Is my heart beating through the phone?
You haven’t said a word in a while 

Yet I’m far from hanging up
Still hanging on, 
I’m far from hanging up 

I forgot all my chances 
at the girl-next-door’s house 

And I waited to call you 
as the medication wore down 

Is my heart beating through the phone?
I think it could tell you what I mean 
without me saying it

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Matthew Bailey October 24, 2023 at 7:33 AM This one is very old, from my 6th notebook. I love the flow mixed with the rhyme scheme of this one. This one isn't based on any real life experiences, but just trying to put myself in the shoes of someone who could've experienced this. My Pete Wentz inspiration really comes out here haha this is very early Fall Out Boy esc.