The Last Goodbye

 
I died inside the telephone
the night you hung up
and my last I love you hung by a cord
 
my strangled cries of protest went unheard
as the dial tone rang in my mind
and tunnel vision clouded my tears
then a cunt said please hang up
try another man
 
it didn't touch your heart
I should have known
and I felt nothing
 
except the emptiness
of an aborted tenderness
not returned
 
you lied to me
strung me along
 
you played with your blow up dollies
women with no soul, full of hot air
always there to amuse you
 
now you long for me back
but it's too late
it's your turn to burn
inside the feeling
 
of wanting someone so badly
and knowing in your gut
they're no longer there for you
 
in me you lost a real woman
a woman of substance