Her tone, hollow yet honest,

twisted a knife of another.

Can texts even have tone?

She was going through a lot,

and I get it.

But my ego swelled, unhealthy and dark.

Will anybody love me?

Why has everyone I've ever loved

left?

There was no date,

at least not officially.

Her passive voice contradicted mine.

I am one with limited experience,

a helpless romantic,

a swan diver into pools of jagged rocks.

It's tough to give up

when one never starts.

Yet I persist.