December 9, 2024

I just ignored you and felt fucking nothing about it. 

I don’t want to see you this days, I don’t want to text you today.

Don’t send me the song about love that makes you think of me, not when you didn’t cared two weeks ago.

Don’t write me poems, cause I can’t feel them right now.

I don’t want to know anything about you this week, not when I started to unlove you.

Give me this week (this might be temporary, if my brain is just playing tricks on me), maybe I’ll love you again tomorrow. But if I don’t anyway, I want you to know is a shame you decided to show your feelings when I was ready  to go.

I called you the sun (cause you’re named after it) but it’s winter and the sun will hide far away.