he.is.not.you
so it doesn't matter.
i can keep pretending
that it's you kissing me
I'm a terrible person
Not you not you not you not you
NotReal
This is not real
This is not (still) happening.
I want to punch myself in the face.
Or smash my face into a wall.
Or let the wall smash into me.
Something.
Some other pain to awaken me.
Not this.
I feel like I'm caving in.
All the while I keep thinking
it doesn't matter
I wrote you this letter, but it doesn't matter
Anyway..
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