Why do you poke at my phobias? Why do you make them your escape?
The way you drop memories from your tongue just makes my stomach ache and your mouth acidic. I only ever feel numb. I’m too alone to speak. We are growing apart. We grew apart. I feel so [bad word] happy knowing you regret this past year together. I don’t want your belongings. I’m no longer concerned with your sorrow or lack thereof. I feel so [bad word] happy knowing that I have one friend to always talk to. Someone who I can help. Someone who can help me. I’m the one who moved on. You’re the one who broke my heart