Darts

Used to torture myself choosing to see you every week

Now I pretend to laugh at photos my friends send to make me feel better

Now I have panic attacks when I see you in the strangers at bars

Listening to eternal sunshine on repeat hoping it makes me feel better

Wish I could sit in my bed for a week

Stare at the walls and throw darts at their pictures

But I think if the world blew up tomorrow I’d call you