You’re leaving me haggard and quivering
I didn’t realise the extent of my obsession
The length of my lust
The pitiful preparedness wilting
I was never ready, it seems, to do battle
To tread these muddy, murky waters
And fight for breath beneath a rough surf
You’ve left me to wonder, sit, pensive
Write words of passive aggression
And mumble to myself on jaunts to green spaces
Confusion mounts and I’m throwing up fear in a rainbow-hued dizzying spell of colours
I’m wobbling, while tensions mount
Grasping my phone like it’s a tank of oxygen
Almost wishing away the long weekend because it’s all too painful
To ingest
Too exhausting
To swallow.
Talking to my pillow. 