I knew your heartsink number before you even thought to leave and you can define me as the distress in your jeans. Sometimes things get so bad, I'm forced to sleep while white flashes drain all the thoughts from my head. And ask "Who would leave me alone with me?," a slave to any screen.
You wrote the recipe for all things me, I am nothing without a dash of your anxiety, now I can't capture this brilliant beast you left for me. A head full of hurricanes with no room to evacuate anyone who gets in the way.
When I say I hate you, know that I do. You can always count on me to come back to you. When I say that I hate, I know you'll sigh, I've come to know your eyes cry dry.
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