heartless

heartless
heartless
heartless

i could think of a hundred other words
but nothing encapsulates you better than
heartless

two weeks
no phone calls
no messages
no texts
no attempts
no tries
absolutely nothing.

i don't even know where you are anymore, or what you're doing.

maybe it's because i got mad that one night
two weeks ago
but i don't regret it. not for a second.
i meant every word of what i said

and the anger i felt that night
has slowly fizzed down
it now bubbles in my stomach in the form of fear
a fear of communicating
a fear of caring
a fear of love

we can't stay like this if i'm constantly scared that you'll write me off--
my words,
my feelings,
my heart.

when we're together it feels so right,
but times like this, i think you're the worst thing to happen to me.