In Which You Are An Idiot

(cw: bad mental health, very brief mention of blood, very brief mention of su*c*de)

You gulp it down.

You glance at your blood staining the couch.

You unblock your ex and he tells you to kill yourself.

You flash back.

You don’t make a fuss.

You listen to her cry on the phone.

You write “the same poem 

over 

and over again.”

You say yes.

You let him go.

You infantilize yourself.

You cry at love stories.

You delete the pictures.

You let her go and keep yourself.

You add a notch to your bedpost.

You consider compromise.

You joke about never finding love and your friend falls silent.

You stop buying paper books.

You buy plasters in bulk.

You realize only a fool puts a plaster over a paper cut.

-cgi.