To me, you are one half of a whole,

and I am the other

on our separate, tilted plates of life

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I'm not talking,

only because I'm waiting to see how much you want to talk to me.

I feel irrational and stupid actually, and I really want to pick up my phone and send a withering wimpy apologetic text etc but I always, always do that.

And this time I was really hurt and I don't think I had no right to be angry.

But, now, I'm using this as a gauge, as a test

Telling myself not to give in, like I do so often.

I want to stand up for myself, and from this,

observe

how much you really need me

and how much I truly matter, to you

Feels like I don't matter at all, now\