Read, Not Replied
Track 6 of Maybe I’m the Problem
[ Lyrics ]
Saw the 'typing…' — locked my phone, lit a candle, didn’t think twice. Silk on my skin, room smells like sage, phone on the nightstand like a page I won’t turn. He disappeared for three whole weeks, now he’s back typing like he’s earned a return. I don’t reach, I don’t scroll, don’t wonder what that message took to compose. I blow the match, watch the wick resign — you don’t get the light you ghosted to find. No anger, no laugh, not even disdain — just silence so thick it’s almost a name. I’m not cold, I’m just… recalibrated. Lost the taste for words that come too late. Read, not replied — yeah, I saw you come through, like a ghost in the glow, like a rerun I knew. Read, not replied — no guilt, no reply, just me in the dark, choosing peace over pride. He might say he misses the way I talk, but he loved my silence more than he loved what I saw. Blocked the group chat, changed my ringtone, threw out the sweater he left here on loan. I trace the rim of my wineglass slow — this is the power I didn’t know. Not in the kiss, not in the fight — it’s in leaving the 'typing…' light. No story to tell, no post, no proof, no screenshot saved for the girls in the group. I won it all by not picking the thread — you don’t get to come back when you taught me instead. Read, not replied — yeah, I saw you come through, like a ghost in the glow, like a rerun I knew. Read, not replied — no guilt, no reply, just me in the dark, choosing peace over pride. Saw the bubble… pause. Three dots dancing… pause. My finger hovering… no. You wanted a stage, a scene, a war — I gave you the quietest door. Read, not replied — yeah, I saw you come through, but the girl you miss? She don’t miss you. Read, not replied — no call, no reply, just a flame in the dark, burning slow and high. Clicked the lock. Blew the light. Didn’t write back. Felt just right.