3:00AM Calls

I wake up to the sound of a familiar scream
I fumble around in my blankets searching
For the ever lost phone that causes such noise
Half away I stare at the screen, the number unknown
On whim I pick up instead of ignoring it
His voice was like a cold skeleton had gipped my heart
The sharp pain at his voice saying my name again
Brought tears to my tired eyes, I close them
They slide down my cheeks as he speaks
He asks me softly how I am doing
It takes me a minute to get the break out of my voice
I quietly remind him it was three in the morning
His soft chuckles reopened the cracks in my heart
I could feel the blood in my veins cool
I told him to not speak to me as if we were lovers
I coldly remind him that he left me, not the other way around
The tears in my eyes did not affect the voice in my throat
He tried to talk but I cut him off saying with what strength I had
"Don't call me again." I could barely see
But I managed to end the call before breaking down
I sobbed against my pillow, begging out loud
For the pain to go away from me at last
I felt the cold spread throughout my body
Numbing my cracked heart, pausing the pain
The tears slowly dried on my face as I fell back to sleep
Knowing... he would call again and again