i keep imagining the way blood must have drained from your face
when you read that infact yes,
i was dating someone else
you must have starred and the blinking cursor
you must have thought of my naked body
and how you probably wouldn't see it again.
you should know you lost me
when this cold mediocre way of communication
became the norm
when telling big news over encrypted text became O.K.
we became a formality
you left me with a letter of resignation
that I've only just accepted
i screamed for you to feel
but you stayed composed and distant
i adored you
but we were not inlove
you left me wounded yet i remained untouched.