when we have our fallouts
I've always had my doubts
wanting you to retrace your steps
so I could see what would happen next

I haven't cried
even though I tried
when you dismissed my feelings
you left me there, staring at ceilings

I don't feel sorry for my heart
it was you, who drifted us apart
making assumptions at my expense
while you made everything tense

wanting you to finally come back
returning with all the things you lack
now I see you for who you truly are
you permanently left time with a scar

please, don't come back
you won't get a plaque
you won't get brownie points
because we've got no joints