Sunday, 10 September 2017

Forgotten 

I'm conscious of the silence. Acutely aware of the weight in pocket and how it tugs on my heart. The smallest sound sets off an alarm. A false alarm. A roller coaster of hope and rejection in the space of a single heartbeat. It's not you. It's never you. It's been days since it was you. Days since you didn't kiss me in the dark. 

Now there is only the silence of my phone screaming how easily I am fucked and forgotten.