Maybe not my final.
But I got my one-out-of-many wish granted.
Him to vanish out of my life.
He doesn't text back. Or talk too much to me. Or acknowledge me much. Or go to the park.
And I'm dying.
It's like my venomous ex-girlfriend, but unlike her, he's not far away. He's right here. A never ending reminder if something I don't want, but something I really desire. He's someone I know will hurt me. But I don't care.
I can't even smoke about my problems now.
Without thinking of him.
I'll excrete salty pond droplets from the sockets of my eyes then.
