Six weeks of your silence.
Today a random text with birthday wishes.
Could you have just not?
Or instead hearted Instagram story.
Not picking up your crumbs when cake is right in front of me.
I know my worth and it comes with frosting.

I wish I let us stay friends
Instead we went deeper
I caught feelings
You drifted away
Tangled in my own net

did not need to pretzel myself in a knot

around you I got to be long and strong-
silly and moving

maybe that’s what being alive felt like

who am I now other than a bit salty