I don’t need to hear anything about you.
The voices went from telling me we’ll get back together to how you don’t like me and you’ll never again set foot in my city.
All of which I already knew, but instead of having to drag my yearning heart out of day dreams and “la la land” I have to sit in the muddy fact that I am either unloved because I am unlovable or unloved because I am too intimidating for the people presently around me.
Somethings got to give, and I hope it gives sooner, rather than later.