It’s funny how all these years we have been breathing in the same air and living under the same sky, the same laws, going to the same places, walking the same paths, eating the same food, but never once encountered one another after our last. Never once didn’t I anticipate our future encounter every time I left the threshold of my home. I wonder if you did the same.
Cursed is what I am.
If only you’d know how pathological you are.
For years I have been imprisoned by the thought of you.
And for years you have failed to acknowledge that.
Being free is what I desire.
Free from the curse of you.
Buzz off is what I never want to say to you.
Buzz off, you should never from my head.
Buzz off, you must never from my heart.
Buzz off, I don’t ever want you to.
Buzz off, you don’t.
Buzz off. Never.
Buzz off is what I wish I could say to you.
Buzz off, you should from my head.
Buzz off, you must from my heart.
Buzz off, I need you to.
Buzz off, you just.
Buzz off. Period.
Why? It’s idiopathic, really.