Break-Up

So, i’m supposed to be studying,

Ignoring curtly the possibility of an us.

not Thinking.

It is a relationship,

this mutual consent at non-acknowledgement,

we’re communicating.

And I’m killing myself,

stretching the already yawning gap between you and the real you.

khatam you,

lazy, hazy indulgent paradigm.

can’t get enough of the idea of you.

Go away, you.