What a gentlemen

I told you I bled out a bundle of cells,

texted me a year later,

Wyd?

What a gentlemen!

Standing when we argued,

Having to be above me like God.

Do you want me to kneel down before you honey?

Is that how you like it?

What a gentlemen!

Your friends trying to ruin my life,

“She’s obsessed”

“She’s crazy”

Do they know what really happened?

I have receipts honey,

What keeps you up at night?

Confusing someone else for me,

Letting them slither and report back to you,

What a gentlemen!

Playing the victim when I left,

When my dad was sick,

Trying to get with my friend a week later

Does it hurt to be that performative?

“How’s her dad?”

What am I doing??

Touching grass,

Journaling,

Being there for my friends again,

Going to lunch with my dad,

Feeling the sun again,

Doing everything but you,

And I’m still miserable without you

That’s the sick truth.