ghosted
there i sat at 1am
thinking about where i went wrong
as tears poured down my face
like an unearthly waterfall
i remember every conversation
trying though as to remember
why did they like me?
did they even truly like me?
or was it a game
only, someone has to put that blame on them
because i didn’t do anything wrong
or so i thought
yet i always catch myself
blaming it on me
once again.
“i pushed them away.”
“i wasn’t good enough for them.”
why do i think like that
if they really liked me
wouldn’t they have stayed
i’ve been ghosted
and i have only myself to blame
Copyright © Tessa Yearwood | Year Posted 2025
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