[ ] We didn’t date,
[ ] Yet you tell people we did.
[ ] We hardly even talked,
[ ] yet you act like we spent our lives together
[ ] As if i left without a word
[ ] Except there were words
[ ] You just didn’t listen.
[ ] Now you ask them why I left,
[ ] like there was something to leave to begin with.
[ ] Like I held your hand, whispered promises,
[ ] let you in—
[ ] when all I did was exist near you.
[ ] You get your friends to interrogate me,
[ ] like I owe them answers.
[ ] Like I owe you anything at all.
[ ] They ask what happened,
[ ] why I “broke your heart,”
[ ] but I didn’t realize you had given it away to begin with.
[ ] You follow me through halls,
[ ] a shadow I never asked for.
[ ] Standing just close enough to remind me
[ ] that you don’t know how to let go.
[ ] That you can’t take silence as an answer.
[ ] And when I talk to my friends,
[ ] there you are, lingering,
[ ] Like a shadow creeping into spaces where you were never meant to be.
[ ] A ghost desperate to haunt something that was never yours.
[ ] It’s almost funny,
[ ] how someone I barely knew
[ ] can’t seem to untangle themselves from me.
[ ] How someone I never loved
[ ] Plays the victim in a story that was never finished to begin with.
This is a poem about a guy who asked me out- and didnt like the outcome
