Packing up. Melbourne.
He’s not here to help me.
He’s not really my “man” —
He’s still a little boy, technically
An adult. But it doesn’t mean
He’s “man enough” for me.
He’s going to have all these
Groupies. Who the fuck am I?
I’m not that pretty.
I’m not that skinny.
I’m not good at anything.
He’s brilliant at everything.
He’s a genius, I’m a dumb dumb.
Always two steps behind, I can’t
Predict him. I can’t
Control him. I can’t control
Myself when I am with him.
Forgetful; I start forgetting
Little things, and misplacing
Random items because I’m
Simply daydreaming…
I almost put floor cleaner
In the laundry machine! He’s
Not good for me. How can
He be? This doesn’t seem
Healthy. I’m not good at
Missing him. Longing for him.
I don’t want to miss him.
I can’t live with this torture.
I have to forget him.
Just be friends, no pressure.
Psychic block on these
Memories…
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