How the fuck can I just go softly

when I feel everything so deep?

That’s the cost of doing business—

and it’s never fucking cheap.

I mean, what the hell was that?

Did he even think about me?

Is there any version of this timeline

where he says he won’t leave without me?

He told me we were soul tied.

Is that why my stomach is in knots?

I hate how much I think of him—

I’m just some girl that he forgot.

Unfollow. Unfriend. Unfuck. Unlove.

Leave me on read—

I don’t know from here.

Held out my heart, “This is yours, btw.”

Middle of the night

in his rearview mirror