Today you glanced at me and looked away as if
you hadn’t even registered my presence.
We made eye contact for less
than half a second and that was
enough to fill my head with destruction.
And yet somehow I’m numb.
This spot beneath my rib cage
that used to hold an organ feels empty.
These thoughts are just that; mere thoughts
this pain doesn’t feel real.
I should write a book on how I continuously manage to push people I care about out of my life because I’m terrified of being hurt so I hurt people before they hurt me.
I mean, I am an expert when it comes to doing this.