Who Gave You the Right
Who gave you the right to read me like a book
All I gave you was a story I wrote
Who gave you the right to include those details
Details that mean nothing but everything just by being there
Who gave you the right to say such entrancing things
The words “magic” and “adventure” were never meant to be texted so genuinely
Who gave you the right to ruin my day, my week, my summer
What do I do now?
Who gave you the right to keep starting conversations
I always feel so guilty, talking for 10 minutes straight
Who gave you the right to make me feel included
I was prepared to spend the semester with one friend and a bundle of books
Who gave you the right to make me feel seen
Why did it take so long
Who gave you the right to leave
What do I do now?