I've come to love the way
the wire wraps itself around my mind
and chokes out the unwarranted memories of our blissful times together.

I welcome the burn
that lands in my throat,
eroding all the words I couldn't bare to swallow before.

I curl at the cold that settles in my belly.
The cold that chases all butterflies away.

I shudder at the realization that my knees
don't get to tremble and shake
at the touch of your lips anymore.

Its done.

You've killed love for me.

Love and all its turmoil.