At the risk of sounding foolish
I needed you so much that I didn’t feel whole without you.
And I hated it.
I hate you for allowing yourself to be my human addiction for so long
watching me clinging on to the person that you pretended to be.
At the risk of sounding foolish
I don’t want people to see me and think of you anymore.
I don’t want them to ask me how you are, I want the pedestal where you sat burned to the ground.
And I hate this.
I hate this aching, I hate this backpedaling and I hate you for not loving me.
And now I am hurting myself just to forget.
And at the risk of sounding so foolish
Above all-
I hate being the fool that I have become.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 