Love Is Just a Battery On My Phone
After a week of treatment, a pill each day, combined with messages “ you have completely humiliated me and made me look an idiot in front of a whole lot of people, inside and outside of work.”
Love is only remembering. Texts within my journal, interpolating old words which are plain and simple. These are vague reminders that there’s nothing in your life.
Next day after nothingness, she’s saying “can’t you recognise? That I’m sensitive!”, “stop telling me stuff that reinforces it”, “it’s not making a positive difference”, “Thanks for telling me this”.
Love is only a future memory which includes someone else. More messages “are you drunk, drunk? I ask”,” are you drinking”, her final reply is “go figure it out”.
Making you feel unimportant or blamed is worse than any rejection even lower than rejecting yourself.
Another text message states, “I don’t want a relationship with someone, who that cant recognises when they call someone nasty”. The day after the next she calls me a "
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