I want nothing to do with you. I am comfortable in the memories, safe, knowing I made it through. Aware of the outcome. Dealing with the consequences— Of the bittersweet experience, The terrible rollercoaster, Of your intermittent affection.
Perhaps all your exes do better after you for a reason Perhaps my words are aimed to hurt
You.
And now that I know they could, I wouldn’t mind if they do. Cause perhaps I am still sour, From the taste of your love And its deep, light-consuming hole in my soul.
I remember the last time I walked to your house, in my headphones, a song by the cure ‘The cure’.. A bit ironic, I thought Cause I was so sick So, so, sick, of loving you.