Left Alone

It hurt more than it ought to hurt, I went to work to cultivate a callous. It never bothered me before not until this guy, what a guy, oh God what a good guy and I can't even enjoy him. My ills are reticulate, my woes are granular. The ants weight more than the elephants. Nothing is manageable. So, couldn't we skip the valedictories, I can see a door there... Shut it and forget my number 'cause now I'm hard, too hard to know. I don't cry when I'm sad anymore. Tears calcify in my tummy. Fears coincide with the tow.


Found that switch.