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And when he leaves just like the rest of them, Do not let your tongue turn to thumbtacks Stop trying to pierce the walls with your words While you shuffle around the coatrack When he moves thousands of miles away, Cease to check in on him Burn his t-shirt you took from his unmade bed Watch your phone cascade into the depths Do not wander his old town at night Looking for the back of his head Don't you dare knock on his previous roommate's door Thinking he'll still be there When he leaves on his "adventure" Let the planes watch themselves Let the clouds envelop the cool steel Stop wondering if he's thousands of feet above Do not pick up his cologne in the department store His scent is no longer something you can crave Do not search for air thick with his vapor Leave behind his nicotine haze Wake yourself from dreaming of his hands Do not imagine his selfish desires Erase intimate memories in his bed Because his touch only caused fires When he decides to leave you behind, Let him Then mend your wounds.
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
When He Leaves...
And when he leaves just like the rest of them, Do not let your tongue turn to thumbtacks Stop trying to pierce the walls with your words While you shuffle around the coatrack When he moves thousands of miles away, Cease to check in on him Burn his t-shirt you took from his unmade bed Watch your phone cascade into the depths Do not wander his old town at night Looking for the back of his head Don't you dare knock on his previous roommate's door Thinking he'll still be there When he leaves on his "adventure" Let the planes watch themselves Let the clouds envelop the cool steel Stop wondering if he's thousands of feet above Do not pick up his cologne in the department store His scent is no longer something you can crave Do not search for air thick with his vapor Leave behind his nicotine haze Wake yourself from dreaming of his hands Do not imagine his selfish desires Erase intimate memories in his bed Because his touch only caused fires When he decides to leave you behind, Let him Then mend your wounds.
For myself For NM You're doing what you always wanted. I will not let the thought of you tie me down. I will not drive by your house. I will not smell your cologne. I will not watch airplanes. I will not dream of you. I will not.
#pain#lost#hurt#thoughts#you
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
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