i really want to talk to you, and lie with you, and ask you why you left without saying goodbye, and why you chose her over me, and why you couldn't wait just another short moment, because i've spent a ton without and in that time i have realized that i have nothing to say to you.
the glow you put into my eye has dimmed and the seeds you planted in my heart are dead and need to be dug up because you are dead to me.
you died the second that you sent that, interrupting my thoughts.
and now instead of feeling your thumb run back and forth along my leg, i feel my blood start to boil when i think of what you've done to me and how your hand will never have the chance to move from my calf to my thigh.