The ABCs of Agony
A - Apathy. Your apathy during our separation is killing me. You know I’m still waiting for you, but you remain cold. I guess you’re just expecting me to give up on my own. B - Bombing. Bombing of any kind is never a good idea, including your favorite pastime: love bombing. C - Counting. To this day, I am still counting how many seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months we have wasted since separating. D - Duress. Ever since the beginning, you fucked things up in ways I never would’ve imagined, ways I would never wish on my worst enemies. I gave you grace under duress, and you still left nonetheless. E - Envy. Sometimes, I envy the residents of the loony bin. Maybe that’s where I belong, eventually. F - Fall. This September would’ve been the beginning of fall elsewhere. Little did I know, it was the beginning of my fall into madness, as well. Our relationship falls apart, and I was blindsided, yet again. G - Grief. To grieve you is akin to grieving someone who passed, yet still