I am not yours to worry about anymore
And you are not mine to worry about anymore
Torture disguised as comfort!
Heartache masked as maturity!
Loneliness paraded as self-care!
What a horrible, horrific, miserable affair!
Yet I am the one struggling to move on,
to make this pain transformative,
make it look inconsequential, look flimsy,
as if we were simply holding each other back,
and that now without you
I am the better, higher version of myself!
I am no such thing
I am struggling
I am the student failing the class,
and as always
You are a Straight A student,
and I am envious of you