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Got a whole relationship

living in drafts

Things I should’ve said

things I can’t take back

Type your name

write too much

delete half

Three little dots

then I disappear like that

Got a whole relationship

living in drafts

Goodbye

I’m sorry

I still want you back

Truth gets easier

late at night

when you know damn well

you won’t hit send tonight

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Everything I meant

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Two AM

Your name

Open chat

Same pain

“Miss you”

Delete

“Fuck you”

Too deep

Start again

Six lines

Read twice

Change mind

“Hope you’re good”

That’s fake

“I moved on”

Okay

Bullshit

Still hurts

Still type

Still worse

One draft:

“You broke me”

Next draft:

“I did too”

That’s the shit

I never send to you

‘Cause once it’s gone

That’s it

No edit

No fix

So every conversation

we never had

still lives somewhere

inside these drafts

Maybe silence saved us

Maybe silence killed it

Maybe what I never said…

was everything I meant

Got a whole relationship

living in drafts

Things I should’ve said

things I can’t take back

Type your name

write too much

delete half

Three little dots

then I disappear like that

Got a whole relationship

living in drafts

Goodbye

I’m sorry

I still want you back

Truth gets easier

late at night

when you know damn well

you won’t hit send tonight

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Everything I meant

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One drink

Your face

Bad idea

Same place

“You awake?”

Nope

Type it

Don’t

Come through?

Fuck

Almost

Close

Old us

Same road

Good sex

Bad fit

We knew

Still did

That’s why

I leave it there

Not ‘cause

I don’t care

Sometimes wanting somebody

ain’t a reason to go there

That’s growth.

Maybe.

There’s one draft

that just says:

“I loved you.”

No blame.

No “but.”

No question.

Maybe that’s enough.

I loved you.

It ended.

Both are true.

Got a whole relationship

living in drafts

All the almost calls

all the almost went-backs

Type your name

take a breath

let it pass

Maybe some things belong

exactly where they’re at

Got a whole relationship

living in drafts

Goodbye

I’m sorry

I won’t send that

Not every truth

needs another chance

Sometimes letting go…

looks like closing the app

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Everything I meant

Still meant

Just…

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No reply

No regret

No three dots

No second guess

Some things end

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