Maybe I’m slowly maddening. Is that why you’re stuck in my head? Maybe I’m selfish and I don’t want you to leave. Because you’re the kind of maddening that I like. A lot. A lot. A lot. A lot. It seems my head has become a hollow chamber. A shrine. Where thoughts of us just ricochet around. It’s quite beautiful. And haunting. Kind of like you. So tell me how to stop. But also don’t expect me to just stop. Believe me; I’ve tried. Blah blah blah. I just want to sleep again. To not wake up hysterical. I know I can do it. But it will take time. And counselling. And time. And pills. And time. I know I’m pretty f*cked up. But I’m not a bad person. Or crazy. Just miss you. That’s all.