like it meant something sacred.
now it feels like
I have to remind you
I’m still here.
I’m not asking
for grand gestures
just the small things
you used to give freely
before love became
something quieter
on your side.
dot....
I don’t need poetry
in every message
just a
good morning,
just a
good night,
just a
random moment
where I cross your mind
without asking to.
but most days,
I wake up
before your thoughts
find me :'(
dot...
Some days
I feel like I matter
like I still live
somewhere soft
in your heart.
and some days
I feel like a pause
in your routine,
something you return to
only when it’s convenient.
I don’t know
which one is real....
what am i to you actually....
Tell me honestly
am I your person,
or just a presence?
something you love,
or something you’re used to?
because I’ve given you
all of me
in ways that don’t show
and I don’t know
if that means anything
to you at all..
