_“I dont know”_
was my response
when you asked me if
I still love you
the world stopped
for the both of us
as I wondered on the thought
of me, being selfish
or being true
and yours upon the
realization that
_maybe, just maybe_
my love for you
is fleeting
neither of us was speaking
and the silence echoed
through the depths of my head
and you uttered
_‘oh’_
that moment, I knew
that you gave up
on me, and my inner
indecisiveness
I crumbled upon
the guilt of telling you
those words, so instead
I let my tongue do
the talking and said
_'maybe'_
cause it was never hard to say
but it is always hard to face
the reality of being responsible
to someone
as if I have to breathe
through somebody’s pair of lungs
and scratch the loneliness
with someone else’s fingers
we parted
I changed numbers
cause I had to stay afloat
on the clouds of solitude
free from attachments.