the small, quiet clicking noise you hear when trying to focus. Not loud enough to actually cause something, but loud enough to drive you insane.

It’s weird, it’s weird how i always think of you despite my claims that I hate your guts. However, everytime I forget about you, you appear like a shadow in the corner of your eye, that you can barely see through your peripheral vision. The ghost of you, filling my brain like a black, dark shadow, like a fog I try so hard to shoo away but despite all my best efforts and strength pouring away into your tough presence, you don’t budge. Despite you overwhelming my thoughts, where to an outsider will seem like love, all I  feel for you is resent. The presence of you constantly, permanantly marked on my mind, which could be quite surprising given my earlier description of you, has corroded roots filled to the brim with pure, unadulterated hatred. There was a time when I thought I could not love anybody or anything for that matter more than you. Infact, in my eyes you were worth the sky, the stars, the galaxies, and everything beyond. But you proved that I was dead wrong.There’s a reason they say that the past is past, which is why at this instant, opposite to what I thought of you, I can’t even fathom the thought of having anything to do with you, and I’d love to keep it this way. Your constant, overshadowing presence is more difficult to remove than it is to snap an iron plank in half. With all the disrespect I owe you, given the fact you treated me like I was a rag, I don’t owe you an ounce of respect. You are that quiet clicking noise.