I’ll ignore WhatsApp and not answer the phone

despite it

being you

I’ll read a sad novel for three hours and

give myself

a headache


I’ll google all the terrible ways

you’re going to get sick

and die


I’ll let my cat sleep sprawled across my chest

and realise she is the only being that sincerely

loves me


I’ll play out an argument we haven’t had yet

in my head and

I’ll lose


I’ll imagine our breakup with various endings

but in all of them I’m

a bitch


I’ll go to bed grumpy and tired and upset about

things you don’t even know about and

fall asleep


I’ll wake up in the morning and I’ll be

happy and optimistic again

(Not really)