NOT SOMETHING I CAN DELETE
Everyone keeps telling me,
“delete it,”
“stop it,”
“nothing’s going to happen.”
Like I downloaded this feeling—
like I can just uninstall you
and be fine again.
I always wished you would see me,
really see me…
not just pass by
like I’m part of a play.
I stare—
not to be noticed,
but hoping you’ll look back
the way I do.
But you don’t.
And they keep talking
like it’s easy,
like I can just switch it off—
like you don’t exist in me
the way you do.
@Lord_richie, still unseen.