don’t hug me
don’t touch me
like you didn’t just ghost me
cause all week I hear nothing
not a single text or my phone ring
I won’t chase you
that’s not me
but I’ll be here
when you’re ready

you said “couldn’t let her slip past me”
now I watch from your back seat
you’re picking fights on Christmas Eve
swat my hand away when I touch your knee
you throw shit around
‘least you missed me

spent holidays with family
not to know if you want me
I’ve one thing
my loyalty
but now I swear
you’re testing me

used to drive out on my lunch breaks
now you pick up shifts
and you’re staying late
I’m up late
I still want you
I only matter when I’m with you
we’re barely eating
I’m calm when bleeding
I see it coming but I’m getting through
I’m only visible if I’m in front of you

step up now or just bow out
I’m sick of you come to think about it
indecisions your go to decision
I’m too fed up to begin to listen
so its your choice
good luck now
just call me then,
when its figured out

11-12.22 fayettevile