Yesterday,
your shampoo was still in my shower,
         dream catcher hung above my bed,
         shirt folded in my dresser,
         letters and presents, tickets and paintings,
all of my jewellery stained from your touch.

Everywhere I looked was a reminder
of you.
I hated it.
And while I sat, wondering if I would ever
learn to breathe again,
you were falling back in love with toxic people,
writing poems about other girls.

Maybe you've forgotten me already.

I was so incredibly tired and sick of being upset.
And so today I threw your shampoo in the bin.
I took down the dream catcher.
I put all the things you'd ever given me,
all the things that related to you in some small way,
in a box
and had my parents hide it.
Now there are no physical remnants of you left in my life.

I said I would not forget this relationship,
not push you away and forget, like I had
with others before.
But,
even in my past,
I have never been so truly hurt
by someone I was sure was going to keep me safe.

If you have decided it is the end for you and her,
then I have decided it is the end for you and I.

Tomorrow is another day for me.
And you are not in it.