hung. drawn. quartered.
my skin crawls with
patchwork memories
tearducts swollen
im tired and tired of being tired
i text you with
shaky hands
"urgent"
"call me please x"
i feel pathetic
wondering when your
phone turned on,
and
why you havent called
if i called earlier,
by like, two days
would you have picked up?
i guess i'll never know,
are we over?
did you mean it?
when i followed you
around the house
like a lost puppy
and you told me
it wasnt the right time
to kiss me
craning your neck
to make sure
my mum didn't
see you hold me
its been
two weeks
where.are.you?
i miss you
I wanted to tell you about Spain.
i would love to go with you.
we won't.
ill stop calling,
stop breathing.
because id rather spend my life
drowning
myself
in the spark of my lighter,
than crawling to you on my knees.
(i will, and we both know it)
never strong enough to pull myself
from your blue eyes and goatee.
i told you i didnt want you to leave,
you asked why i always looked
like i was about to cry
when you were
"done"
i said i was scared i was attached.
that my heart couldn't take another beating
you shrugged and
told me we were mates.
i swallowed it because you called me baby,
and i thought that was fine
but it is the absence that makes me want more
its been two weeks.
its over and im clinging on.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:09 PM UTC
hung. drawn. quartered.
my skin crawls with
patchwork memories
tearducts swollen
im tired and tired of being tired
i text you with
shaky hands
"urgent"
"call me please x"
i feel pathetic
wondering when your
phone turned on,
and
why you havent called
if i called earlier,
by like, two days
would you have picked up?
i guess i'll never know,
are we over?
did you mean it?
when i followed you
around the house
like a lost puppy
and you told me
it wasnt the right time
to kiss me
craning your neck
to make sure
my mum didn't
see you hold me
its been
two weeks
where.are.you?
i miss you
I wanted to tell you about Spain.
i would love to go with you.
we won't.
ill stop calling,
stop breathing.
because id rather spend my life
drowning
myself
in the spark of my lighter,
than crawling to you on my knees.
(i will, and we both know it)
never strong enough to pull myself
from your blue eyes and goatee.
i told you i didnt want you to leave,
you asked why i always looked
like i was about to cry
when you were
"done"
i said i was scared i was attached.
that my heart couldn't take another beating
you shrugged and
told me we were mates.
i swallowed it because you called me baby,
and i thought that was fine
but it is the absence that makes me want more
its been two weeks.
its over and im clinging on.
ref time out im done.
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