I tell myself I’m clean now. No more late-night scrolling through your archived stories. No more decoding three-dot ellipses like they’re scripture.
Hi. Hello. Yes. Tell me I’m pretty. Tell me you thought about me yesterday. Tell me you almost called. love junkie sub read
Yes, I’ve blocked you. Three times. Yes, I unblocked you at 2 a.m. to see if your Spotify playlist changed. Yes, I know that’s insane. I tell myself I’m clean now
One heart react, and I’m yours again.
I don’t need food. I need good morning texts. I don’t need sleep. I need you to leave me on read for exactly four minutes so I can spiral, then reply with a heart so I can breathe again. Tell me I’m pretty
So go ahead. Leave me on delivered. I’ll refresh. I’ll wait. I’ll rewrite your silence into poetry until you prove me wrong.