I don't know why I'm holding onto you;
considering that you're already gone.
I feel as if I've met you in person;
even though we've only met through the screen.
and you only left because I fucked up bad,
and you came back once,
for a day or two,
and you left again, and I spiraled.
I hate this. I hate having to explain to myself you're never coming back,
but hoping that you do. I sit by my phone, because I hope you kept my number.
Or remember it at least, because how else do you know not to answer me,
whenever I call?
you're avoiding me, and I'm okay with that.
you're avoiding me, and I'll never be okay with that.