this silence
is quite destructive
it echoes in my head
like a gunshot
in a metal barrel
this uncertainty
is dismembering
it cuts me
limb from limb
until I am nothing but an entity
this abandonment
is horrifying—
and maybe
I am overreacting
or maybe you've moved on
maybe you lost interest
maybe you couldn't take it anymore
maybe there's someone better
maybe I've mistrusted you
or have I mistreated you?
I only wanted
to call you mine—
was that too much to ask?
did I waste my time?
or have you
just simply lost your spine?
