And So,

Here we go again. The oh-wtf-i'm-getting-used-to-having-you-around.

You think it's funny, manageable? You think that the constant crap I am being fed would make things better?

With the daily nightmares, the disrupted sleep patterns, the paranoia, the phone checking every minute, I know that this will take me nowhere.

Until I hear from you. Which is the only thing that makes everything okay.





Hate me.

Regurgitate

My heart skipped a beat
And suddenly made me feel
Sick
Did it jump and get stuck in my
Throat?

My face grows warm
With every move
You make
I am suddenly alive

It's 3AM
And I suddenly taste
What I had for
Lunch

I want to cry
But I can't
It only worsens the pain
Somebody end this

Excruciating
Slow death
I see and feel everything
But I'm a corpse.

Everything stops.

I stare at the clock.

Witching hour
I am not supposed
To be
Here.

This is me
Bleeding
Dying
From jealousy's deathly blow.