"why?"*

my breath hitched at
the question and i
thought my heart
would jump straight
from my ribcage, and
maybe i knew it would,
because you do
not want to know
why or when or how i
stopped loving
you

you just want me
to hold your
hand again, you
want the nights of
sugar-tainted lips
and whispers of i love you,
i love you when the
world around you shattered
and pieces of the broken
sky felt like the glass
shards in your lungs

you never really
wanted me
you just wanted
a hand to hold