it’s another one of those nights.
i stare at your number on my phone.
a part of me keeps my finger hovering over delete, just wanting to end it.
we both know you’re never coming back.
but i hesitate.
what if you did?
what if you came back and wanted to see a tomorrow with me in it?
what if we fought hard and saved enough for that house with the red door?
but, you know what?
if you had ever wanted any of that, you would have fought for it.
you would have stayed.
you would have chosen me.
but you didn’t.
so fuck you.
~lt
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