Back and forth, till I "crossed that line" - gave up on you "coming around", coming out of denial...I cut you off in a harsh, but gentle way. You'll never see the compassion in my heart. I'll never see the truth in yours.
A few days past of contemplating, I have chosen my path. I ask you once more to get help, you claim you are/will. Who knows.
You heard some horrible news today. Although not your personal issue, knew it would affect. Wished I could be there for you. The choice was yours.
Went out, had the most fun I've had in months. Fancy free, despite you on my mind. Everything is relative to you some how. For now.
Washed the sheets after your last visit. Your scent erased...but the shirt you wore, I'm glad you slept hard. It will smell of you for months. I wear it now, breathing it in - eliciting tears. Potential reality - not ready to deal.
I'll sleep for 4 hours before I awake. Wish for it all, to eat and have my cake.
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