ghosting

I came back, drawn by the hollow warmth I once mistook for love. But the frost is still there— hidden in your words, lurking in the spaces between what you say and what you mean. So I disappear. Silent. A shadow slipping through the cracks of your hunger. I want you. I crave the echo of you. But I want myself more. Every message unsent, every call ignored, is a line I draw around my heart, a wall I rebuild with trembling hands. I linger in the ache, between leaving and staying, wanting you, hating that I want you, and finding, finally, that absence is my only shield. maise🔏..