Kadri Kimyacioglu

I don’t ask why anymore. The question got tired before I did. You come and go like it doesn’t matter, like I’m something that stays where you left it. I stopped waiting for explanations. I stopped expecting effort. Somewhere along the way, wanting turned into habit, and habit turned into nothing at all. You say you love me. I nod. It feels easier than believing it. Love shouldn’t feel this empty, but I don’t have the energy to argue with the word anymore. You disappear, and I don’t chase. Not because it doesn’t hurt—but because I already know how it ends. You return just long enough to remind me I exist, then leave again like you never touched me at all. I belong to you in a way that doesn’t feel like belonging. More like residue. Like something you forget to clean up but notice when it’s gone. I don’t cry much now. Tears take effort. So does anger. What’s left is a dull pressure in my chest, a quiet understanding that this is all it will ever be. You make me want to stop feeling. And somehow, that feels easier than wanting you. @Obessedwithhim🫧 (Based on song; You make wanna die) #Kadri's perspective Heavy rain pours over my head, sliding down my face, replacing tears I’m too numb to let fall. All I can feel are my soaked clothes, the cold weight of water clinging to me as droplets trail downward. “Hey—don’t tell me you’re just going to stand there and get sick. I’ve got an umbrella.”