i.
hands are round my throat till I can't breathe and it's all you. you're constant in my mind—all I can think, you, you, you. never a lover, now further than a friend. it's just you, you, you.
ii.
and I hate you, your itch on the back of my palms and the back of my mind, my arms, my neck, my eyes. you ride my veins and you tear at my lungs with your claws of betrayal, until you're all that's left of the ruins of me.
iii.
i'm forgotten now, it's okay i've settled my score with the truth. you're older, you don't care about your family, you don't care about discipline and good grades and people who love you. there's no conscience in the back of that head of yours, you'll live on disposed of me, with new friends, new lovers and I'll be nothing but a distant memory.
iv.
it's okay, it's 9o'clock on a sunday morning and i'm crying because i miss you.
