Breakup

You are upset, and for once,

I don't feel anything but anger.

I am sick the way I used to be,

the monster that had to change.

So I say the worst thing I can think of,

because I know it'll hurt,

and I want it to hurt,

and then You're gone,

and the world loses all the color I forgot how to live without.

Notes: because of my anxiety and this cognitive distortion I have about other people being "more correct" than me, I'd often end conflicts with an apology that didn't actually feel like it resolved anything and then stew on the bad feeling until I had dreams like this. turns out the trick is to just express what I feel quickly after the stress ends so I don't sit around and fuckin rot in it.