nice to leave you

i was still caught up in the beginning as she was sketching the grand farewell

it became hard to enjoy the small things when they were all blown out of proportion

it was a thousand tiny deaths, a game of self mutilation, where the rules were arbitrary at best

she called it love

i called it bewilderment

together we called it quits

in the end that was still the beginning, when old hat was still new car smelling

we aborted, ejected, immolated every stray thread on the off chance permanence would grow

we made softly whispered hate between the silk sheets of dead handed sloppy gropings

she called it heaven

i called it dead on arrival

together we drew fresh scars

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4 thoughts on “nice to leave you

  1. “I was still caught up in the beginning while she was sketching the grand farewell” brilliant. i sometimes find it hard to read your achingly real words. I have walked in the rain with headphones, climbed mountains and felt the slurp of quicksand as I try to pull my feet forward, sometimes I just can’t go there it is too painful. You are able to encase the collective howl of humanity with your words.

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