Sometimes you get bored and decide to send me an "I miss you text". My fingers reach for my phone, ready to type a message as if on autopilot, but then I remember why we don't talk anymore in the first place. Loving you destroyed pieces of me and it was either I let you go or lose the small part of me that was left behind. I decided a long time ago that I will not tear myself down to help build up someone else. So then, when my fingers grasp the phone and click on your message out of habit, I realize I can no longer say the same about you. I begin typing but the message you will receive is not the one you were expecting.
-I sure as hell hope you do.
YOU ARE READING
Splashes on the Pages
PoetryI'm just pouring the thoughts out of my soul and onto the pages, hoping to leave a lasting impression like splashes of paint on a white wall.
