how strong is the "delete" button? Is it as redeeming as it feels? Am I safer? Stronger? Better? Healed?
I delete your number, our friends numbers, my Facebook, our life.
I'll be okay.
I'm writing again right? write? hahaha
You know I've been going crazy for a while now. I'm not sure if I blame you yet. I don't think it's healthy to blame anyone. But in this instance, our energy has to go somewhere? Truth is, we both messed up. I'm not going to carry this around like the others. I really did love you. My fucked up brain still believes your my partner.
You fix doors, I make red sauce. I invite you in. You tell me your busy. You don't answer my call. I text too much....thinking of you fixing all the broken things around you. Fuck, you know i'd help! Let me! Let me fix the broken door. I'm familiar. But you let me be the monster. You let us be the monster.
How can I talk to anyone. It's fucked right?
I still feel you between my legs, in my head, on my skin. I know my brain is already busy forgetting things. I didn't want you to be one of them.
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