an open letter to the one who never texted back

For a long time, I blamed myself.

I was too available.
I wasn’t available enough.

I’m too much.
I’m not enough.

Over and over again
What did I do wrong?
Did I do anything right?

You sent me birthday flowers
and yet never said goodbye
You said you would build me a house
and yet you never replied

For a while, I thought you died. Lmao
But it was the relationship that was dead
Maybe it was all in my head

Here’s what I know now:
The right people don’t leave you guessing

The false promises
weren’t worth all of the stressing

You didn’t text back
And that’s ok..
because now I write poems
for someone who treats me the right way.