Don’t call. Not because I’m mad but because I finally found peace in the silence you gave me first. Ignore this. Just like you ignore the way I memorized your mood swings like lyrics only I sang along to. Please, don’t feel bad for choosing her at midnight and choosing me at noon. I’m sure I was just a warm interlude in your cold playlist. I hope you forget how I kissed your name into prayers, and how my voice was the only one soft enough to hold your storms without thunder. Stay. Only if you're going to leave again. You’re good at exits you rehearse them in my dreams. I never loved you. Not really. I just liked the way heartbreak sounded when you whispered it with that guilty smile like you knew I'd forgive you before the apology. This isn't a poem for you. It's a note to myself to stop bleeding for someone who only ever brought bandages after they bit. But if you must come back don't say sorry. Say nothing. I'll know it's real when you say nothing and still mean everything.