Wrong Day.

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.

 

7 thoughts on “Wrong Day.

  1. Simon says:

    Is there a right day?

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