you came over

he didn’t say sorry.

he showed up.

drunk, half-pitiful, half-predatory.

and for a while, i called that love.

not anymore.

symbol of manipulation, guilt, and blurred lines between apology and violation

you said you didn’t wanna talk

back when i was bleeding

like silence was your weapon

to push me toward leaving

and i didn’t wanna keep it

but you made sure i’d feel

like it was all my choice

but none of it was real

you hated me just loud enough

so i’d hate myself instead

then vanished like a coward

while i lied in my bed

how many months later

you called me up and said

you missed me, drunk on something

that’s not love, it’s empty

you just need to talk-

pleading to see me.

you called me up, drunk on regret

fake guilt, half-assed respect

then you came over

said you missed me

drunk on guilt

and half-assed pity

you said sorry with your hands

then stole my trust again

you came over

like it meant something still

but your grip was loose

and your gaze was ill

claimed you missed me

but i was just a void

to fill for a night

then throw to the side

you apologize with liquor

then take what isn't right

you don’t see the ruin

you leave inside my chest

i wanted to be heard

you just wanted sex

then you came over

said you missed me

drunk on guilt

and half-assed pity

you said sorry with your hands

then stole my breath again

you came over

but you're a just a minute-man

i’m not your body to borrow

not your penance to erase

not the girl who’ll stay hollow

so you can feel safe

you came over

but i’m done now

you can miss me

from your breakdown

you said sorry with your lips

but your actions never did

you came over

but you never will again.

if you miss me,

you can write about it,

i won’t be there to read it.

im over it

03/28/2025