Sick of Her Whatevers

I am

Floating in and out of "whatever’s."

Between the "nothings" and "never minds," there is a point.

Beyond the "I don’t cares."

Past the "leave me alones".

Transcending the bullshit.

Above the "you don’t love me’s."

Through the sarcastic "wow’s" and "I’ll leave you, you jerk."

I hear the words, "I’m afraid. I can’t do this anymore.

I can’t live a lie. I can’t resist

The temptations."

I can’t believe it will be this hard once we break down the

Monophobia

Philophobia

We see the future.

Let’s stop fooling ourselves.

The immediate future for us

Ain't us at all.