{april 11, 2011}
daisy,
today marks two weeks.
that's right, fourteen whole days.
three hundred thirty six hours;
twenty thousand one hundred & sixty minutes.
i bet you're just so proud of yourself too,
you managed to hold out longer than last time.
by now, every imaginable material object that was yours,
has been removed from this house.
so don't think you can come back for them.
it's just too fucking bad that if i were to rid my life of everything that reminded me of you,
i'd be left with nothing,
& that would just be unfortunate for me.
& you were never worth it,
i don't miss you, daisy.
not even a little.
& after thinking for fourteen whole days.
three hundred thirty six hours;
twenty thousand one hundred & sixty minutes.
i realized i've wasted enough time,
enough of my life
worrying about you,
when you never once worried about me.
not even a single second.
