BTFU

i

love you,

very much. and

i know

i

have not

been effective at

my demonstration; to show

you that, amidst

my digestion.

and

if you

had your way,

my invalidated emotions, hurt

feelings. and so,

to do

juzt

that, while

what is

without for us;

with a real-time distance,

to reinforce myself,

and stand.

Back,

The,

Fuck,

Up.

i appreciate

you taking those

first steps,

both

literally and

figuratively in this

instance, to

make physical

the

abandonment

with

which you

energetically left me,

months ago,

manifested.

spirits fermented,

aged,

brewed for

ninety days in

seasonal limerence

knowingly,

hopingly lying

to believe this

unlikeness, licencedtokill.

otherwise

i forget

that; and, just

because i love you,

even if you

want to

be

with me

too, it is

not healthy.

and even if,

slyly, i

wish you did,

it isn't

fair

for me

to ask for

what you either don't

have or don't

want to

give.

in the

meanwhile, i love

you, and

go

fuck yourself.