Posted in Poetry

Space

There’s an itch
At the very back of my head 
“I did something wrong”
“It’s my fault” 

I am 
Terrified 
Of rejection

And now, 
It’s staring me in the face

Messages unread
Unanswered
Only my bubbles to fill the gap

I’ve tried again
“Maybe I’m overthinking it” 
“It was just bad timing” 
But at some point
It becomes pointless

Too scared
To ask
To confront
Too scared of rejection

So the itch remains
“I was too clingy” 
“Too pushy” 
“Annoying” 

“Maybe it all meant nothing” 
“I didn’t pay enough attention”

“I overshared” 
“Didn’t listen” 

Texts remain unanswered
The itch growing stronger
An added ache in my stomach

I think I’ll just give up now
Space
That’s the answer

A void
A gap
Space

It hurts

The itch remains
Egged on by my fear
Maybe my pride
“I won’t text first” 

… *hiddengirl75 is typing*

Until we meet again…stay safe ❤

~hiddengirl75

P.S. Featured Image by 愚木混株 Cdd20 from Pixabay

Author:

- high schooler - poet - wanderer

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