I hate to break it to you babe
but you don’t scare me anymore
my heart doesn’t race from an aggressive message
I don’t feel nauseous when I know it’s you
I don’t give a fuck anymore.
All I needed was that handshake
to know and finally confirm
your complete lack of giving a shit
like, I’m all good dude
I’m good with you and I’m good with myself
I did what I needed to, and I’m free
I hope you have a good life
just stay out of mine.
My lips still remember the way you taste
like gingerbread snaps and love.
This sickness is pervasive.
You make me miss everything
right down to the poison you breathe.