Merry Christmas

I sit alone, hookah and my phone.
But I can’t call you,
Tell you that I miss you
Because I’m supposed to be mad at you.
It’s supposed to be over.
And you are now gone.

Great. -_-

Love is a sadist, it is.
I feel murdered inside. Feel like I’ve lost something, with no real prize for my time.
It all makes sense, what I was running from.
This.
Feeling right here.
Is what I’ve been trying to avoid all along.

Merry Christmas to me.

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