On Read

Seen

Two blue ticks

Delivered

I smile

My heart races

You saw it

I wait

And 

Wait

"Asshole" 

I say.

Seen

You might think you are important

I always reply right away

Faster than light

A fool I've become

Thinking you care

Seen

A few weeks later you reply

Should I celebrate?

Do I send you hearts?

Or do I give you a call?

"Idiot!"

And now I am hating myself

I hate you

Seen

You've done that before

And I've done it before

They say time will tell

I think I got the message

"Hi"

You send

Did you miss me?

Or are you guilty?

"How have you been, buddy?"

I am sorry but we are not that close anymore.

Seen

Does it hurt too?

Do you even care?

It's been awhile

I am surrounded by a desert

Your message was just a mirage

Hope for an oasis

But do you care?

Does it hurt too?

Are you waiting for my text?

Seen

I guess you've learned your lesson

"Hi"

I text

I wait

Two blue ticks

But no dots

Ha!

"You fool!"

I say to myself

"Seen! Asshole!"

I turn off my phone

This is when I get off the train.

Ariane Dushime

 

Sometimes it hurts being left on read. Most especially if it is a person you care about the most. And at some point you won't have to keep playing that game of being left on read. Sometimes you need to get off that train that makes you almost hate yourself, jump off that train that leads nowhere. 

Those who love you will never leave you on read. They will make sure to tend to you no matter what. Surround yourself with those that appreciate you.