I don't know how you can go
One day,
Two days,
Three days,
letting the little red bubble of a notification not cross your mind.
You haven't left my head.
Just yesterday you were telling me I looked entrancing in red lipstick, how my intelligence stimulated your mind, and you were showing laughter after my jokes in your eyes.
I don't understand how I was so easy to let slip through your fingers?
How was I not worthy of your thumbs typing up a sentence of explanation?
How am I supposed to sleep when you never released me?
The way you chose to let me go was cowardly, and yet I chose to leave the door open for you to return because the draft is better than the loss of you.
I'm so tired of longing for you.
I am worthy of better. I deserve better.
I have to let go of the future I pictured for us.
I have to delete every piece of what we could've been.
You were a boy who presented himself in the filter of a man.