You keep asking where I am.
In truth, I ghosted you.
You stood by him, and
that poison sank in my gut,
and stabbed and burned
on its way down.
You keep asking where I am.
You sent someone to find me.
You tell me that you're worried.
I thought you would forget me easily,
But it seems
you haven't.
Why are you still asking
where I am.
I've been gone
a while now.
Life is fluid, and changes
happen all the time.
You stopped asking where I am.
I'm kind of glad.
But it doesnt stop
random shards of you,
darting, scuttling
thoughts of you.
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siranswerer (
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Comments1
Super relatable. Tragic and lovely. Thank you for sharing this gem. 💎
You're welcome.
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