Relationship Goals

(relationship goals)
I feel like a tragic southern belle
waiting for her beau

I keep running towards my blank phone
screen. I look stupid. Strung along by

memories of his touch teased from me:
his breath on my neck; his arms around my waist;

his soft lips on mine; all the right words
his mouth never said.

In silence, my mind
fills in the blanks.

I’m breaking up with the silence of him.
Unfolding my fingers & creating a quick,
clean cut.

this isn’t my kind of rollercoaster
I’ll date a talker, a goddamn over-sharer
—see how that goes

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