Miserable

I’d be happier
for you
if you weren’t
so miserable
if the announcement
of your supposed joy
wasn’t heralded
by regressing
back, desperately
trying to remember
who you are
who you were
as you drown
sucked into
her world.
I hope you’re happy.
But I feel,
in crushing waves,
your misery.

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