at least now, i'm worried about things that don't have anything to do with you. work, friends, relationships. they all exist outside of you.

but i still feel it. the things you left me with. i feel it in the urge to run away with every rapid heartbeat in the face of any conflict. the small strains of stress in everyday life. you're winding strand of poison ivy in at the back of my throat. i want to run away and forget.