Not Even The Decency of a Conversation!

 

I think you are a coward!

One of the biggest I’ve met!

People say you don’t owe 

anyone an explanation, even 

you know that’s a lie from the pit of hell.

You owe me a million words on google doc

On how you’d be fumbling up.

You owe me an explanation 

Something that stops me from 

hating myself this much.

Something that saves me 

from wearing this amount of disgust. 

Something more than 

“it’s me, not you”.

Something beyond that text I can’t comprehend.

You owe me a sit down

Even if it’s just in honor of the moments had.

You owe me the truth of why we died like that. 

It’s not like I care anymore 

But in retrospect, that was the 

best you could have done.

After you put a stab in my heart. 

Wound heals, mine has.

But it suffers for the clarity it never had.

Like questioning its sanity and things lost.

If it were a pattern, if I was wrong. 

If it’s normal, if it was exclusive to us.

All you had to do was say “let’s talk, I would be honest, this can’t work”.

But I guess you intentionally 

messed me up. 

Broke me nasty 

Tore me silly.

But it was just for the while that it lasted! 

I know for certain, I wouldn’t hate you

this much or reproach the memories we had

If you had done me the 

decency of an honest explanation.