i'm not sure if i finally let it go,
but i am sure as hell trying. i think the hurt followed me around like a ghost, but i never looked over my shoulder until
last night. i thought you'd be as desperate for me as i (irrationally) was for you. and i guess hearing,
''i can never let you into my life again, because you hurt me too much''
was enough to weep myself clean of it all.
i feel a lightheavy sensation. where you once fermented in my head, there is a white coat of paint. deliberate strokes to cover
what i can no longer clench my fists around.
if i run into somewhere along the line, your eyes will be rough waters and i will wonder if you wondered about me.
goodbye,
you never really knew me anyway.
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