I am over you.

You are not 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥.

I have fogotten you like the ocean has forgotten all the souls it’s drowned.

I buried you in my depths, in the safety of darkness.

I will never look at you again.

You are as invisible as my hope. Vanishing just as quickly as it came.

You are gone. You are over. I am done.

I obssesed over you— then I misjudged you.

You may be nice, but you are not kind.

You may know a lot, but you are not wise.

You may have some good in you, but you are not innocent.

You may have a little light in your soul, but that doesn’t mean you lack darkness.

You have just as much blood on your hands as I do.

You are I monster. A monster like me.

And you are forgotten as you forgot me.

And when you come running back, I will tell you:

You’ve come back, but I no longer need you.