Every

Every. single. one. of. them.
Thought I’d never leave.
Every. single. one. of. them.
Have regretted the day I left.
Every. single. one. of. them.
Took advantage of my kind love.
Every. single. one. of. them.
Treated me like I was replaceable.
Every. single. one. of. them.
Tried desperately to win me back.
Every. single. one. of. them.
Desired me, admired me, loved me.
Every. single. one. of. them.
Couldn’t love me all the way through.
Are. you. one. of. them. too?

Why

Why did we ruin us by thinking?
Why didn’t we just continue to feel?!
Now every text is calculated and
to be honest I’m terrible at math!
Trying to fill the spaces you occupied
just days ago is emotionally laboring.
I want to go back to the moments of silent
intimacy we shared that never felt silent.
Like just laying across your lap or chest
as we vibe to our mutual love of music.
Why did we ruin us by thinking?
Why didn’t we just continue to feel?!