Leave already.
Please. Just, get the hell out of here.
I don't want you around anymore.
Physically, you're gone. You've been gone since the 28th of December.
But I need you out of my mind.
I need you to leave my thoughts. I need you to leave it all.
I used to be upset that you blocked me on everything, but you added me back on snap so obviously you wanna talk.
I'm not too bothered though, because it's helped me realize what an absolute asshole you are.
I don't need you anymore.
I don't want you anymore.
As I'm writing this, I've come to realize that you're already mostly gone. You left a long time ago,
But I held on.
So uh,
I've let go.
So get the hell out.
Leave.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.
