this silence
is quite destructive
it echoes in my head
like a gunshot
in a metal barrelthis uncertainty
is dismembering
it cuts me
limb from limb
until I am nothing but an entitythis abandonment
is horrifying—and maybe
I am overreacting
or maybe you've moved on
maybe you lost interest
maybe you couldn't take it anymore
maybe there's someone bettermaybe I've mistrusted you
or have I mistreated you?I only wanted
to call you mine—
was that too much to ask?
did I waste my time?or have you
just simply lost your spine?