A budding writer's collection

Holding onto a thinning rope

What hurts?

Is it you sending those reels,

Reels that talk about "best friends"?

Do you know how long it has been,

Since I thought of you as one?

What hurts?

Is it you getting on the call,

Talking about how you're talking to more people these days,

Emerging from those introvert cocoon days?

Or, is it you not texting me,

Saying that you lack the energy when I come knocking?

What hurts?

Is it you hiding every page of your story from me,

Or, is it you not knowing a word of mine?

Learnt a lesson through the tears,

Never give your all expecting some in return.

Maybe it's time to close the book,

The final paragraphs of the last chapter due.

How can I hope to write a sequel,

When the first leaves no opening?