Segundo

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.