I have to remember that the shape of the Earth does not resemble your fingertip.
I have to remember that my name sounds like a curse slipping through your lips.
I have to remember the hold you had on me.

I thought I peeled your hands away
I thought I took a new breath on my own without your aid
I believed in my independence... but only for a while.

It took me five bottles of liquor to realize that your hands never left my neck, and it only took me five minutes to realize that I still liked it.