It’s 1:53 a.m.
I am wondering if you’ll ever call. I’d settle for a silly meme, or even a set of ellipses and nothing else. A naked message with no substance. A message with zero calories, I’d swallow that.
And the constant, lurking thought spills into my mind, “should I even care?” My insecurities and anxieties team up to form the words, “you’re so clueless,” “dumb,” “sad,” “stupid.” My mind’s favorite words.
It seems I can’t get you out of my head, like a piece of bread stuck at the bottom of the toaster. Yes, I compared you to a piece of bread, but you left me on read, it’s only fair.
Perhaps I am selfish and narcissistic, and maybe I am, but I want you for myself. I have no idea if you’re happy, but I don’t want you to be because it would be unfair if you are happy without me, because I am unhappy without you. You’d probably call me horrible for even thinking that way, but I can’t afford your therapy consultation.
But, I’d settle for a bouquet.