Today I counted the days. 52. The longest before I started counting. Before I started looking elsewhere. Before I let the her in to ruin everything. Maybe if I hide away in this corner for a bit, she'll get bored and move along. Maybe she's the one telling me to hide in a corner. Maybe 52 is the longest before you started looking elsewhere. I'm the best, you know. Always the best at being a lover and never a love. I don't know what is real and what's my head trying to take over. Say the facts. Not the story. Say the things you can see in a camera. Everything else I made up. Everything else I made up. 

This isn't real.  I'm Not here.  This isn't happening.