What was the last thing I said to you before we went back to being strangers?

your fingers, my mouth
I press my *** against you
an invitation

the minute i leave you

to find what you weren’t even looking for.
I wonder if it’s rare, what we have.
no missed beats.
just a mutual agreement to leave things unsaid.

it’s not flashy and loud
it comes in like thunder
unexpected
but when it arrives
it can’t be ignored

0 days since my feelings went away.

deleted implies that my words to you still exist somewhere.
found hidden between the white lies and rough drafts.
but to say that I’m erased from your thoughts,
that means persistent friction was applied to remove me.
that my feelings for you are gone.