Forgetting.

they say the dissociative anxiety disorder you got from just trying to cope has progressed to the point of amnesia. already you have told me in seven first voicemails. sometimes you are scared and sometimes you are sad and sometimes you say that you don't believe them. i just hope the last thing you forget is the time on my living room floor when you held me and i held you back and all we did was quietly cry.

(you're the only person i have right now and i'm sorry i broke up with you. i still don't love you anymore but i'm glad you've forgotten i told you. i'm sorry about my mood swings and the days i just can't keep them in and the day your dad hit you and i didn't pick up the phone because i couldn't breathe. i don't know if i should tell you the things that have happened or take this as my newest last chance.)