And so it comes to this.
Pettiness. Triviality.
Spite. Hurt.
I'm not sure exactly what I feel.
I didn't know how much you cut me
Until I woke up.
I don't want to explain anymore.
I feel that even if I did
Explanations aren't welcome anyway.
I need a bit of introspection.
Think things through.
Let the cooler me prevail.
I shall soak it in.
Wallow in the feeling.
Process.
If I find myself in that familiar place
At the end of all this
I'll know what to do.
No promises. No assurances.
No effort at least for now.
No nothing.
