Ghosting…
It’s like a quiet storm,
A sudden shift, no warning, no form.
You’re left hanging, with your heart in distress,
Wondering what happened was it all a mess?
At first, they vanish, like smoke in the air,
You reach out, but they’re never there.
Now, you’re stuck with silence, filled with doubt,
Wondering if you were the one they’d cast out.
Maybe they lost interest but didn’t know how to speak,
Rather than sharing it, they let the silence sneak.
You ask yourself, “Was it something wrong? Or was it me?”
And still, they stay quiet, leaving you to see.
Perhaps they’re fighting battles on the inside,
Fearful of being vulnerable, so they choose to hide.
The weight of their struggles, too much to share,
And so they pull away, leaving you in despair.
But here’s the thing…
Ghosting is simply a choice,
A way to avoid those tough talks,
To silence your voice.
Some fear confrontation,
The awkwardness that’s real,
So they choose to escape,
Rather than confront how they feel.
Maybe they met someone new,
And instead of telling you, they’re simply through.
No explanation, no closure, no goodbye,
Leaving you standing there, asking why.
On the other hand, maybe life has pulled them far,
Work, stress, and chaos no time to heal the scar.
Overwhelmed by the noise, they lose their way,
And just vanish, leaving you to stay.
They might fear love, so they run,
Scared of commitment and all it’s spun.
They back away, not wanting to reveal,
Leaving you hanging, unsure how to heal.
Perhaps they’re testing, wanting you to chase,
To see if you’ll fight, or give them space.
But let me tell you, games like this only confuse,
Leaving you lost, unsure of what to lose.
Ghosting leaves you with no answers, just grief,
A cycle of wondering, with no relief.
You’re left questioning, wondering what went wrong,
Not knowing where you stand or where you belong.
Not only that, but ghosting feels disrespectful,
Leaving you in the dark, it’s so neglectful.
You deserve answers, not silence so cold,
Not to be left wondering if you’re being controlled.
Yet, sometimes, ghosting might seem justified,
When you’re protecting yourself from what’s denied.
If someone’s abusive, distance is key,
Take that step set yourself free.
Alternatively, maybe you’re just not ready for the talk,
Not prepared to face it, not ready to walk.
But eventually, you’ll gather the strength,
To speak your truth and go the length.
In conclusion, ghosting may seem easy at first,
But in the end, it only makes things worse.
You leave a hole that grows deep every night,
It’s the silence that really doesn’t feel right.
We need honesty, no matter how tough,
Even when the road ahead feels rough.
Silence doesn’t heal; it pulls us apart,
While speaking the truth helps heal the heart.
So, break the silence, don’t let it grow cold,
Be real, be bold, let the truth unfold.
End.
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