Maybe poetry?

Leaving

To be honest I'm not sending this, but i need to write, get shit off my chest, because when I saw you the other day everything came back, hard, the pain of leaving you and the pain of being left, everything just hurts, I've been spiraling for a while now, my anxiety is shit and I keep waiting for you to text me, ask me what I was doing at your work, but I know that won't happen, because I'm not the one you think about anymore, and I half expect you too be there right around every corner, but you aren't you never have been, part of me wants to cry, part of me doesn't, but yeah, I'm frustrated because I shouldn't miss you, I shouldn't want to talk to you when I get sad, and it sucks so much that I do, and part of me wishes you were still some how in my life, because when I get upset you're the one I want to text, I wish it wasn't you, because so many things don't revolve around you, not anymore, and it fucking sucks, it sucks so much because here I am pushing myself farther and farther down, into this fucking cold pit of pain, I shouldn't even be upset right now because i should be over these fucking shitty painful thoughts of everything