There was one day standing out against many,
the very day after I displayed certain insecurities,
the same day you decided to leave me to think,
alone to chew on my own questions and queries.
And I’m gluttonous and over-indulgent this way,
I mind-fuck myself like a whore getting paid,
you must have seen it in every accusation made,
you must have heard it in the words I left unsaid.
Still, you chose that day to cease regular communique,
despite the vulnerability I handed to you only yesterday,
in spite of the painful rub you’ve given my face,
you picked the wrong day to let me walk into this place.