(Working Title)
I’m breaking up with you
and not like “we should take a break and see new
people
until we get bored and come back to what’s safe
and familiar and easier to deal with than the
thought of being alone.”
I mean the break off ties, burn bridges,
block you on Facebook kind of break up because
I’ve had it with the feelings of entrapment,
suffocation and guilt
that simultaneously choke me every time I see your
name
flash on my phone. Didn’t you get the hint
when I don’t comment on your post? When I ignore
your PM? When I never respond to your texts? When I
delete
your voicemails without even listening to them?
I don’t want to talk. We have nothing to discuss
except
“remember whens” and “I miss yous” which are both
really depressing
and quite frankly I was in a pretty good mood before
I was reminded
of your puppy dog love obsession with me. And yes –
it’s still one-sided.
And no - nothing’s changed except now your attempt
at a magnetic attraction
has pushed me further away. I can’t move on with my
life because you won’t let me.
You cling to me like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
“Don’t go! Don’t go! Don’t go!” And I can’t just
shake you off because
nobody should feel comfortable kicking a baby in the
face.
