Don’t text me at 2am saying that you miss me,

I can hear the rustling of your bed
as you snuggle in to get cozy
without me.

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful,

I know that glimmer in your eyes too well
when her hair is brimming with life
so enchantingly against the wind.

Don’t hold my hand,

I can feel
the cold emptiness
flooding the space between our palms.

Don’t call me at 4am telling me that you love me,

I’m waiting
for the warmth of the sunrise
to tell me
that you don’t.