i’d probably be crying over you even if you were still around
it’s not that I’m happy about it
it’s a bit of a relief
honestly.
or at least that’s what I tell myself
when I choose to ignore and supplement the closure
towards the end you weren’t great to me
or to yourself anyway
it was hard seeing you spiral
to give up
just then at last to die in that state
but that wasn’t my life
but now you’ve put that back on to me
i’ve inherited your ways
your clever, selfish, conniving, self deprecating ways
and now I’m stuck struggling to push past it
and to be better
i won’t.
i’ll ruin it again and again
only this time, it’s because of you
