My new medication is giving me nightmares of you.
Recalling stories of infidelity in our teenage years, although I have written in the past that I would have expected it, and now, as damning as it may be, I accept it, if it ever really happened at all.
I can easily look you up and start the harassment campaign all over again. I won’t, I have to do better for myself as well, but it’s things like this your could debunk, and make me think love is worth finding again.
You don’t care, I wonder if you ever did, because you certainly don’t give a damn now.