Why didn't you call?

You said this wasn't meant to be a break up

I stayed up till 5 in the morning

And intuitively got up by 8

Kept myself home all Monday

Lunging at every notification that lights up on my screen

I was eager for you, I was hungry for you;

To care enough to turn around and bid goodbye -

Like you never failed whenever you fly.

Or maybe I was just looking for a dumb reason to feel better lately

To know/believe that I have crossed your mind countless times a day

And if you are still in love with me irreversibly

And if you still want me desperately

To know/believe that you've struggled with pulling yourself away from me

And if you were wrong about the lost of a burning passion whenever our eyes met, our skin touch, our voice swallowing each other on the line of a bad reception

And if all you ever were, is that you were just too exhausted from the world/work outside to come home to handle me


I always relate every conflict we had as the worst.
But now it feels like I've sobered up, nothing beats the way my ribs crushed when you undeniably snapped that you no longer feel like doing any of 'it' with me.
I constantly winced at the disgust in your anger,
and whenever you said "putting my picture" anywhere was never your thing (not true, you always wanted to be seen with me on your DPs and shit, you just don't look upon me as the once so untouchable goddess you'd die without anymore), yet you got the last laugh when you left me anyway.

I've been going through the things you texted me.
There were so much contradictions in your explanation I no longer know what to make of.
I have a lot of doubts I need you to help me with,
so my thoughts can finally settle in and let you go,
But do you care.

2 weeks is a hell of a time without you.
I'm guessing you're gladly immersed in your hours of freedom and solitude.
It comforts me, then again it doesn't really.

Why didn't you call?

You said this wasn't meant to be a break up

I stayed up till 5 in the morning

And intuitively got up by 8

Kept myself home all Monday

Lunging at every notification that lights up on my screen

I was eager for you, I was hungry for you;

To care enough to turn around and bid goodbye -

Like you never failed whenever you fly.

Or maybe I was just looking for a dumb reason to feel better lately

To know/believe that I have crossed your mind countless times a day

And if you are still in love with me irreversibly

And if you still want me desperately

To know/believe that you've struggled with pulling yourself away from me

And if you were wrong about the lost of a burning passion whenever our eyes met, our skin touch, our voice swallowing each other on the line of a bad reception

And if all you ever were, is that you were just too exhausted from the world/work outside to come home to handle me


I always relate every conflict we had as the worst.
But now it feels like I've sobered up, nothing beats the way my ribs crushed when you undeniably snapped that you no longer feel like doing any of 'it' with me.
I constantly winced at the disgust in your anger,
and whenever you said "putting my picture" anywhere was never your thing (not true, you always wanted to be seen with me on your DPs and shit, you just don't look upon me as the once so untouchable goddess you'd die without anymore), yet you got the last laugh when you left me anyway.

I've been going through the things you texted me.
There were so much contradictions in your explanation I no longer know what to make of.
I have a lot of doubts I need you to help me with,
so my thoughts can finally settle in and let you go,
But do you care.

2 weeks is a hell of a time without you.
I'm guessing you're gladly immersed in your hours of freedom and solitude.
It comforts me, then again it doesn't really.