I don’t know if I want him
or if I just miss the way it used to feel.
He says he can’t give me everything,
and maybe that’s the only thing real.

But my chest tightens in silence,
my heart cries in its own tongue,
Logic sits beside me calmly,
while emotion beats its drum.

I nod like I agree with him,
but still I check my phone.
Somewhere between what’s healthy
and not wanting to be alone.

So I sit with this confusion,
not ready to let it go.
Maybe love isn’t always answers,
sometimes it’s just letting it flow.