“You’d have to be an absolute fool to believe that!”

To think he’ll leave her for you ….

So naive.

Yeah, maybe he makes love to you like you’re the only one. He kisses your lips as if the very touch revives his soul.

You know he’s happy too, by the look of youth and serenity that I chiselled into his structure.

You f&@k£r !

How could I think it was my turn to show you how love is. When you were never mine to begin with.

Constantly breaking my own heart, I deserve to shatter the way these pieces been falling.

So delusional in my thoughts of you… of us.

Having withdrawal symptoms now, that you’re not here.

Does the thought of not seeing me rupture you, too? Does it rip you apart ? Do ideas of getting back to me occupy your mind ?

I haven’t touched you in months,

Smoking these blunts to numb this feeling of neglect.

I’ve been so unkept, I barely slept, learning to accept the fact that you might have never felt the connection I did.

Maybe it’s my imperfections, I’m flawed beyond repair. I can’t love regular. I see simplicity and dare myself to make it irregular.

The complexity levelled up. I’m screaming at myself, mad ! Furious ! Talking to the stupid sh&t in the mirror.

Why do you do this to yourself!?