rotting in my phone

2am and my thumb ghosts over your name like a curse

type a whole paragraph then nuke it, let it rot in the dirt of my phone

this shit is a graveyard, every thread a slow car crash

every “i miss you” i don’t send turns to ash in my hand i scroll through our fights like reruns of a bad show

you talking big, me bleeding out in the notes app, fucked up and alone

screenshots, receipts, “i love you” next to “you’re too much”

my notifications smell like something dead i still wanna touch rotting in my phone, rotting in my chest

all these dead texts stacked like bodies on my desk

i type “fuck you” then backspace it into “hope you’re good”

then delete that too, because i know you’d twist it if you could i’m a gravekeeper with an iphone, guarding our decay

open the chat, slam it shut, do that twenty times a day

you got my heart in a trash folder, half-read, half-seen

and i’m still here replaying every goddamn scene there’s a draft where i beg you, a draft where i snap

a draft where i say you ruined me, you manipulative crap

a draft where i call you out, every lie, every trick

but i never hit send ‘cause i know you’d just play sick this phone is a coffin, glowing in the dark

your name is the shovel i keep swinging at my own heart

every “typing…” bubble i hallucinate at night

is another way my brain keeps starting a fight rotting in my phone, rotting in my head

old texts crawling like insects in a room full of dead

i talk tough in my notes, say i’m done, say i’m gone

then stare at your last “goodnight” till it’s almost dawn i should delete it all, wipe you like a stain

but i’m addicted to the hurt, to the replayed pain

so i sit here like a dumbass, thumb shaking on your name

letting every unsent message rot while i stay the same.