I feel things are changing,
We are not what we were before.
Nothing stays the same for very long,
My heart is heavy.
Let it go, let it go
I’m thinking of ways I can burn our letters
I don’t want to have pieces of you staring at me,
Another reminder of the chains I bound myself with
I stopped eating when all they fed me was your finest lies,
The first time I saw you I sat infront of a cake. That was the last time I tasted anything other than you
The rain fell into my hair,
I made no attempt to stop it
I want everything that isn’t you to touch me.
I’ll only wear fine cotton,
I’ll go through everything single notion of purification if it means I can stop feeling you on me
My fists are clenched and all I hear is noise,
I’m home alone and the kettle sounds as heavy as your breath,
I am not the same skin you touched, it’s been over a year,
I still feel you.
My body is dappled with marks of your presence, I try to conceal it but I can feel them under my layers.
For once there are no faint lines screaming your absence,
There are no lines at all.
And then in the pit of my stomach there is a hollow ache,
A simmering desire for
written by Millie Rosette (via metaphorical-nothings)