I have covered the mirror
With notes and quotes
Painted the white walls
With acrylic and oils
Washed my spotless car
Repeatedly
Aired my apartment
Completely
I have written words
On wingspans
Carved phrases
Into his hands
Burned candles
Down to nothing
And left lights on
To hear the buzzing
I eyed my reflection
As I swore:
"I do not love him
Anymore"
For myself I guess
I've been bad with titles recently.
If I say it enough, I'll eventually mean it.