Bre cheese pls

It wasn't a door slam- no storm, no tears, just a cold sharp knife, the kind that cannot be felt until it's too late.

You stopped asking.

Stopped checking in, just drifted back into your own life, leaving me in ours like a fading photograph, cracked but still framed. 

Shoved into the back of a drawer.

I didn't cry that day- just stared at your messages, unknowingly bleeding.

Wishing you had the decency to call and explain yourself

Like a real Dom 

Like a real man

Like a real friend

But knew goodbye had already happened long before I started feeling light headed. Long before I bled out.