You asked if you could leave to talk to someone else.
I wanted to say no—
Tried, even.
Because I knew that when you would leave,
I’d feel empty.
I asked you why.
You said you talk to me all the time.
As if that’s a reason.
But I heard "I’m sick of you."
I heard "I hate you."
I heard "I don’t love you."
So instead of replying,
Or asking again,
I left on my own,
Sentencing myself to the pain of
Silence
And
Thoughts.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
You asked if you could leave to talk to someone else.
I wanted to say no—
Tried, even.
Because I knew that when you would leave,
I’d feel empty.
I asked you why.
You said you talk to me all the time.
As if that’s a reason.
But I heard "I’m sick of you."
I heard "I hate you."
I heard "I don’t love you."
So instead of replying,
Or asking again,
I left on my own,
Sentencing myself to the pain of
Silence
And
Thoughts.