ghosted

You kissed me like I mattered, Like maybe I was more. Then silence hit like thunder, And you walked right out the door. Now you're “sorry,” now you’re thinking, Now you’re back with sweet regret. But where were you when I was breaking? When my heart was full of debt? You left me with confusion, With questions in my chest. Was I just a moment’s comfort? Not worth more than all the rest? You say you’re still “figuring it,” But babe, that’s not my role. I won’t be your in-between, Your maybe, or your goal. So thanks for the apology, For showing me your face. But next time you want a heart, Don’t leave it out of place.