My Heart Stays Broken Even With Your Face And Your Voice Lost To The Void

my heart stays broken even with your face and your voice lost to the void

“I Don’t Dare Say ‘Ghosted’”

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one day, he’ll be up all night. anxious and panicked. wondering what could have been. you’ll stir awake too from the residual connection. you’ll feel the discomfort in his heart. you’ll recognize it for what it is, roll over, tuck yourself back in, and fall asleep full of clarity that you were right to leave when you did.

he picked up pieces of me

scattered like bread crumbs

and held them close

warmed them up in his palms

i miss you so much so much. you, who did not exist.