Her cruel viciousness is
You knowing your worst fears are founded
You sinking into a disrepair and resignation to the reality
Tasteless bland without him,
Worst, torturous, empty -he doesnt care
And yet so eager for the flicker of happiness and hope to roar back into life
By a single text
A single line of dismissive nonchalance that
You read into another opportunity to feel him
He doesn’t care and love mocks you for how energised you are
How full you can be on so little
And you fear it.
* ps but that’s okay!
I tell myself. And everytime..Its better to have loved and lost than not loved, its better to love and feel than feign nonchalance and fuel your pride