why?
why did you let it become holy?
i made a church out of your indifference. i knelt where you dropped me.
why did you stay?
because the silence between your yes and your no felt like love.
why does it still hurt?
because you touched me like a prayer and left me with the fire.
why do you still write?
because there's no god who listens, and i need someone to answer.
why did he leave?
maybe i stopped bleeding for him. maybe he needed the wound.
why didn’t you hate him?
because hatred would’ve meant i let go.