If I matter to you, why do your footsteps fade away into someone else’s shadow? Why does silence answer my questions when my heart is breaking loud? I’m not a ghost to be forgotten, not a bookmark left between pages— just a face you pass by, waiting for a word that never comes. I am not a placeholder, not a pause in your restless mind— I’m the ache you refuse to hold, the space you quietly leave behind. If I matter to you, then why do I feel like I’m losing you without a single fight?
Going through some stuff. If I matter to you, you tell me the truth. You don’t walk past me with someone else and expect me to stay loyal in silence. I am not disposable. I am not a placeholder. I am not someone you outgrow when it’s convenient. You are either my friend- or you aren't. No in-betweens, no going back and forth.
