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I’m sorry. I can’t.
Even if  I try, I can’t.
I see your name and then I just can’t.
All those memories and flashbacks,
They hit me like a train,
And squeeze me between the tracks.
Why did it happen?
Did it have to?
Or did I deserve it?
You ask me how have I been.
And then there’s silence.
One word replies,
Aren’t any good,
I get it.
You ask me how I am now.
Babe I don’t even know it myself.
Try to understand,
Like I never tried to.
I want to talk, I want to, really.
But.
I can’t.
I just can’t.
I’m sorry.

– Mahaah.

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