Denial

Abstinence can be a life-saving mechanism.
But it hurts so bad to think.
Rob me of my senses, help me pretend it didn't hurt. Put out the fire, null my thoughts.
I'm giving up. Take me somewhere we can be alone. Give me someone I can always depend on. Give me someone who'll see past all my flaws, all my imperfections. Someone who'll look past all the plastic, all the fake. Someone who'll excavate and dig deep to find me.
Someone like you.
Except, that someone will not leave like you did.
The self-centered part of me is screaming, no, this should not happen to me.
Denial, Leaving, Absent.