limbo

this thing that's happening

feels like worst-case.

I am trying so hard

not to say too much

but you won't talk to me

so all I can do

is keep. fucking. talking.

can't shut my damn mouth

as I keep on spiralling

brain says,

he's done with me now

it's over, i think

he never saw a future for us

--or worse, still, --

something is wrong.

don't leave me in silence

because I dont know

how long I can float here

before my words

to ease your upset

or anger

or anything else I can construct in my mind

will stop and

i finally

fall to gravity.