Build a wall and get over it. The trivialisation stings
like a butterfly needle in an exhausted vein. I am
designing a collage of emotions for you to analyse.
In case you ever cared. Life keeps rolling and I am
drinking and laughing in a way that is so 2010,
despite the shadow of you memory in the corner
of my mind. Everything is the same except for
your absence. You were such a short chapter
in my over-flowing life that you shouldn’t mean
anything. But you did. But you do. I have been
a poster-girl for anti-love for so long. I chose
to expose my heart for you, not yet, but soon,
and I have been cheated. I hate you for handing
me that hope and then taking it away. I have
never said this before but: I wish I had never
met you. I was fine, healing a burnt body,
a long-time burning soul, and you had to come
along and give me one more thing to survive.
I will not apologise for writing poetry about you.
At least there is one thing to thank you for.