Left On Read

Typing dots show, then vanish

Names on my screen stay quiet, static

I said too much in a late-call panic

Pulled it back fast; ego did damage

Muted phone on the desk still humming

I count the tries I've made, fingers drumming

If you need space, I pause my chase

Say one cue; I'll stay in place

I talk tough when my nerves go thin

If I cross a mark, I'll reel it in

Say one cue and I'll set it right

Keep my tone low, keep my words tight

Left on read, spinning in my head

You left me ghosting my own thread

If trust got torn by the things I said

Give me a green dot, not cold instead

Left on read, sitting by the edge

I can patch wrecks that my temper bred

One small chance, no big pledge

I'll keep it calm till the frost is shed

Old uploads won't tell what's true

Loud rooms hide cracks I grew

Pals say "chill", I cut that view

I swap bad habits for something new

Just a kid with grit and scars

Small wins stacked like spare parts

I stack it slow; I raise the bars

If you text back, I'll skip the spar

If I push past, I slow my tone

If I get loud, I leave it alone

Say just "check" and I stay composed

Both hands off what should stay closed

I'm not a saint; I trip; I stall

I build a wall, then take the wall

I talk to screens; I pace the hall

I need one cue, that's all, that's all

Left on read, spinning in my head

No string swell, no grand thread

Just steady habits while the noise goes dead

Ping once and I'll match your stead

Left on read, still near the edge

Not asking for vows I can't embed

Type one word; I catch my breath

Two raw kids finding calm instead