By Nupur Kudapkar
11:00 pm
it’s 11:00 pm
i got your text
and i’m in shambles
i get this overwhelming feeling to undo time
to retreat back to the comfort of not knowing you
before i tangled myself in your web of miscommunication
it’s 11:00 pm
i think back to the time
when you gave me a gift;
did you mean to split me in half
did you know that i would hold onto it
as my most prized possession
It’s 11:00 pm, my love
i held onto you like my life depended on it,
clasping to your arm as if it lead me to my answers
when i held onto you, i didn’t know
i didn’t know that i would feel this lost
i’ve waited a long time to say this,
i wish i never loved you