The Lack Of

It's been so long.

Pull up your bar stool, let me tell you the story of a girl and boy who were in love.

Let me tell you the story of how she lost herself in him,
his ego,
his status,
his constant attempt at fixing her,
and how much it pained him (or didn't, can't really speak for the kid)

How he left her
due to issues that were out of or in her control depending on which
party
you were speaking with.

Let me tell you how
she felt.
Let me tell you how
she didn't feel
      anything, towards the end of it.

And tried to make up for that lack of elation
in constant sobbing and
days spent in bed.
-Right up until the minute he said
"I just can't do this any longer"

Let me show you how she salvaged how gorgeous she really is.
Tonight, I'm going to show you
exactly
what euphoria feels like.

Tonight I'm going to propel
the kind pining you've only
read in
poetry.

Why?
because I'm fucking good at it.