The cure

I found the cure

for the dull sting-

of realizing-

You’re not who I thought you were.

As it turns out

Im good at detaching.

Through lives

I am floating, as quickly as you left mine.

I don’t even care if I waste the time.

The teacher becomes the master.

And you could’ve said anything.

even a “it was fun, but gotta run”

But I wouldn’t dare expect a thing.

Such a conflict I’ve caught myself in,

You’re not all I built you up to be in my head.

I woke up to so many days, went to sleep for so many nights

contemplating something so dead.

You never even opened my text, it never said “read”.

You must get off on becoming a ghost

leaving without an explanation nor note

You know what though?

You were absolutely right,

It feels so fucking good to separate yourself from feeling things too intense to fight.

Thanks for helping me reach this point at all.

Now whatever I want,

I do.

It’s freed me from so much.

Even you.

Hard pill to swallow, in a pretty little bottle

you’re just another one of the bunch.

-g.m.t.