Only for Myself

Scrub

*Scrub*
Don't say anything.
It's not my place,
Nor my responsibility.
Don't ask him.
*Scrub*
I promise
I'm not sick it's just the
Ansia
Crawling up my throat
Making it itchy.
Don't ask him.
*Scrub*
I must remember
I am not a
Rehabilitation institution for a non reciprocal relationship.
Don't ask him.
Scrub again.
When I am engulfed by the flame, I actually miss the cold.
Because cold is
Comfortable.