--Bad language ahead. Don't say I never warn you about these things.--
I am broken.
I am curled up on the bathroom floor
and I am crying too much.
More than I did when they came for me
and I shouted
WHY CAN'T THEY FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE
before sobbing and trying in vain
to pretend I didn't care that much.
I care about you.
And I can't blame you. I'm glad you were honest.
This way is easier by far.
My broken heart will mend in time
and perhaps I can pretend
that none of this ever happened.