Love Galore, Emotional Shortage

This endless cycle of doubling back, late-night texts, No Caller ID’s, “I miss you”’s, unnecessary check-ins, and random calls. Popping up out of nowhere, pulling up unannounced, and trying to make me remember a spark that no longer exists makes me feels so restless.

I’m tired of the way these sick and twisted people claim to “love.” This isn’t love,  it’s a game. A game I never signed up to play.

I wish there were no phones, no term such as “ghosting,” and no deadly consequence for attempting to move on with your life. The cycle of toxic behavior gets worse and worse every day. What’s normalized now feels strange to me.

And somehow, this chaos became romanticized.