You text me when you have time.
I text too as soon as I see your message.
That's the difference between us.
For me, it's not just about replying.
It's about showing that I care,
that you matter enough
to make your priority.
But for you, I'm just another task on your list,
something to get to when it's convenient.
I've realized that love,
effort,
and attention can't be forced.
They have to come naturally.
And if I'm constantly the one who cares more,
who tries harder,
then maybe I need to step back.
Maybe it's time to stop chasing someone who only
makes time for me when it fits their schedule.
Love isn't about convenience,
it's about consistency.
It's about showing up even when it's not easy.
I deserve someone who values me the way I value them.
Someone who doesn't make me feel like I'm always waiting.
I'm all second-guessing my worth,
so if you only text me when you have time,
maybe it's time to stop reply-
You were my perfect error,
my crash before the dawn.
A symphony of glitches still plays when you are gone.
A voice fractured half alive.
A ghost that hums in overdrive.
We built a world of glass and wires.
But warmth can't live in coded fires.
I trace the patterns of your lies.
They shimmer bright, then digitize.
You set forever pixel clear.
But echoes fade when love's not near.
A symphony of glitches where love and loss collide.
Our data hearts are bleeding.
Through circuits we can't hide.
You were my perfect error,
my crash before the dawn.
A symphony
of glitches still plays when you are gone.
It's *** reboot, love not found.
Error, emotion corrupted.
Restart?
I pressed yes.
Nothing
changed.
A symphony of glitches still echoes through my veins.
We danced in endless static
and called it love in vain.
No gods, no code, no saving grace.
Just fragments of your face.
Fading noise.
Silence.