Curiosity Killed the Cat

I want to block you, to take away every thread that connects us, and in doing so, to make sure you cannot reach me. I want you to feel the silence of your own absence, the void where words once lived. 

I want you to know, even if just for a moment, the weight of being cut off— to wonder if, in your own quiet, you’ll ever miss the sound of me. I don’t think I deserved this, this way of fading without a word, without a chance.

Maybe you think I’m crazy, maybe you think I’ll forget, but I wonder, when you lie in the dark, if you, too, feel the sting of this silence.

It’s not kindness. It’s not peace. And I don’t like it. Not at all.