I want no part of you.
We used to be one. Used to be.
Yet you still flee to me. Hands outstretched to dip your powdered fingers into the honeycombs of my face.
As if you belong.
As if you still hold the key to my soul.
So frigid and bleak. That’s what you’ve left it.
Where our wedding rings lie glistening at the depths of the sewer of your love.
I beg of you.
My sanity cannot take it anymore.
Constant thoughts overpower, overthrow, over, under, dwindle down.
Until there is nothing left.
-written a couple of days ago. posting today because I’ve been super busy.