You didn’t care about the lingering glances

your presence drew.

All your eyes held were mine.

Did you hear my heart drop to my panties?

Beat, beating into drip, drops, dripping plops.

We must have held hands,

A brief touch of hello

‘Cause the things inside of me ceased,

Dead silence.

You called me beautiful.

I wonder if your tongue tasted the lie.

I’ll bet you smelled my weakness, insecurities.

My need to block and delete you.