If we’re not talking anymore
then there are some things I’d like to tell you
things I really need to get off my chest.
You never got my jokes.
You didn’t tell me I was pretty enough.
You could have avoided phubbing me
sniping at me
calling me fat.

You smelled funny
a lot more than I did
and I, like,
smell funny a lot.

You’re like a sieve for love
whatever anybody can pour out
you are willing to take in
and then just drain out
freely
whatever you gained
so no one else can have It.
That seemed charming at first
– not anymore.

I wish you told me it was over
when it was over.
Even a little bit after
would have been a kindness.
I understand.
I see it now.
I get what you haven’t been saying.
It’s just
I’d like to have talked
before we stopped talking
just so I’d know.