I Wouldn’t Like Me If I Met Me

I cut off the rest of my blood family. All but my grandmother and her sisters.

Nothing more depressing than hearing the love of your life reiterate “I just want my fiance back…” when we talk about my mental health tanking.

I mean this sincerely, you're the kind of beautiful that would have a writer up into the wee hours of the morning, tearing out his hair trying to scrawl out the right words to describe you but nothing quite fits, and he's driving himself mad, half from the longing for you and half from the effort to capture you forever in poetry

Of course my friends reach out and I ignore them. I feel like my version of a problem is always just me being overwhelmed or overreacting so I don’t tell anyone.

You’ll never find what you’re looking for. Because I know you try to look into my phone.