but when is the right time
to say, “I’m hurting”?
Between your games?
Between your silence?
Between the moments
you don’t choose me?
I waited, you know.
I always wait.
But even when I spoke softly,
you still heard it as noise—
like my feelings were interruptions
instead of something that mattered..
dot dot..
You were busy,
and maybe that’s true—
but it hurt more
that I was easy to ignore.
A game could pause,
a call could be answered,
a plan could be kept…
but somehow,
I was the one
that got cancelled.
And I sat there wondering
how someone I love
can make me feel
so optional :'(
dot. dot..
You said you were too lazy
to talk to me—
after I gave you
all the honesty I had.
Do you know how heavy that feels?
To open your heart
and be met with…
nothing.
Not anger.
Not comfort.
Just absence.
Like I wasn’t even worth
the effort of a reply...
dot dot..
I asked you one simple thing:
“Do you still want us?”
And you turned it back on me,
like my heart
was a question I should answer alone.
But love isn’t supposed to feel
like guessing,
like begging for clarity
from someone who already knows.
Your silence said enough
even if you never did.. huh.
dott..
Maybe I wasn’t too much.
Maybe I just gave my feelings
to someone
who didn’t know how to hold them.
Because the right person
wouldn’t call it “problems”
when I speak from pain.
They would listen—
even if the timing wasn’t perfect,
even if the words were messy.
They wouldn’t make me feel
like loving them
was a burden.
