They said “I miss the old you”
without realizing they helped **** him.
Now my heart vibrates in silence
notifications on, but nobody gets through.
I put my feelings on Do Not Disturb
the night I got tired of rereading dry replies.
Funny how “seen” became a form of abandonment,
and “I’m just busy” started sounding like goodbye.
Now I love people like dim streetlights love rain
present, but never fully touching.
Because once you teach your heart to stop answering,
even warmth starts feeling like an unknown number.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 7:06 AM UTC
They said “I miss the old you”
without realizing they helped **** him.
Now my heart vibrates in silence
notifications on, but nobody gets through.
I put my feelings on Do Not Disturb
the night I got tired of rereading dry replies.
Funny how “seen” became a form of abandonment,
and “I’m just busy” started sounding like goodbye.
Now I love people like dim streetlights love rain
present, but never fully touching.
Because once you teach your heart to stop answering,
even warmth starts feeling like an unknown number.
this is what happens when the heart gives more than it takes
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