I’ve lost all the words,
that one should have when grieving.
maybe they don’t exist,
or maybe, they’re still feeding.

But if there is, one still haunting,
maybe, you could help me;

How dare you make me blame myself? 
when I’m tired of waiting, tired of believing. 
How dare you use my good wealth
of having emotions, and caring?

For the times I said the wrong things
and immediately said sorry,
why couldn’t you accept
that maybe I was treated wrongly.

At this point,
I’ve nothing to feel, but empty.
how could I? When your words decided
to ghost me.

I don’t need to feel bad anymore,
I just need to feel sad;
not for you, but for me.
Because I deserve a partner that will carry, as much as I,
when I need.