Sweet misery

My soul wretches with the very thought of you hating me

If you believe you are better without me,

Righteous or pious

Selfish, angry

Your soft hellos after the hard, silent goodbyes

Fill my heart with a savory pain

Like the best chocolate tempered over a hard roll

I cannot chew

I once felt butter waxing poetically in my mouth

As you drifted into the arms of others as if it was

nothing

As if I was always nothing

Layers that taunted me and a ghost of a pretend play that desired passion over substance

I'm in silent, sweet misery.