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I woke up feeing numb and hallow

for the first time since our lips met

between moonlight and sun rise in

the heat of June’s promises

I woke up knowing that if you called

and wanted to talk to me today I’d say no

because I am not your constellation prize,

and I am worth you being in or out of this

that I wasn’t actually okay with two months,

I just wanted to be because I wanted you

and that the last week has shown me that

maybe I don’t want you as much as I thought

So when you first asked to speak to me I said no,

because I didn’t want to say anything I’d regret

then I realised that all I’ve wanted this entire time

was to speak to you, that everything else was fear

Which is probably why when we hung up the phone

with “I miss you” still lodged in my throat

I cried….