Each day passes slowly…
this is your month, yet there is no sign of you….
need you to show…
Nor do I
want you to.
So leave me be this year… Let me have peace.
As you can see… what you did in this life has affected me a FUCKING
You infiltrate my life…penetrate my thoughts…
make your way to my dreams.
Not this year ?
Please. Thank YOU.
I am happy right where I am… which is where
YOU CANNOT BE FOUND.
I don’t love you, I don’t even like you…
All I miss is that you are not alive.
Don’t mistake that for love… or kindness.
It is simply me being selfish…
For if you were alive, I wouldn’t know you, or care to.
However, the hell you caused by exiting the way you did
… it would not have been a hell I lived through.
You caught that right?
NOW… I FUCKING THRIVE…
And I say to you…
Good riddance… Good-Fucking-Bye.
© bipolarmuse 2017