[MY WRETCHED FUCKING MIND]

MARCH 17TH, 2025

My phone has become my own enemy

For every noise makes me jump

Thinking it's you //

I can't look anymore, at the things you like

Reminders that you've been on there

But haven't messaged me back //

Sometimes I pretend like you don't exist

To see if it's easier that way

It can be,

But then I remember, the world is better

With you in it //

I hate myself for being like this

Pining for, grieving for

Someone else's lover //

A most pathetic girl, I am

To wish we had met

Before you ever saw her //

But then, perhaps, things happen

For a reason

And you're meant to be with her

And not me //

Maybe all this is supposed to teach me

Something

About love, or loneliness,

Or my wretched fucking mind //

Maybe all this will lead somewhere

Someday

I hope someone will think of me

The way I think of you.