lost loves

It’s 2:12 and I want to text you because I am thinking about you but I don’t know what to say and I know you won’t respond because you are asleep and you are not thinking of me. I get sad when I think of you but it isn't that often anymore. You are like a spider bite but a necrotic one, under my skin and inside of me and rotting slowly. One day my gangrenous heart will burst and spill rot all over the world, and they will make you clean it up. It was your fault, after all.