every ***** must be floating in my self-
loathing, my brain detached and sparking
in the fluid, crying out to me, logically

get off the balcony, Romeo isn't who
he appears to be

and my lungs are flooding quickly, but
my heart beats without the need to
breathe,

every piece of me is independent,
and yet they all ache from the same **** pain,

and I hate the credit I'm giving you
just by waking up, trying impossibly
to forget you - I hate you, I swear to God,
I hate you for making me weak, for making me
believe this ache was caused by you and not me