fuck-youverymuch

The day after it happened, I filled the hole in my chest with all of the petty things that annoyed me about you. A poor attempt to cushion the blow of oncoming silence. No more chores, no more guilt. You did this to yourself. A week after it happened, I filled the hole in my chest with boxing up my possessions. I took childish satisfaction in swapping the laundry basket for an old Ikea bag. I took the clock off of the wall that you hated, secretly hoping you would glance up from time to time. Maybe you would remember what was missing. Two weeks after it happened, I filled the hole in my chest by accepting a job in a new city. I wrapped myse