We ****** today.

Lonely sad

love, we ******.

We ****** in the bed I used to sleep in. Temporary

Rare

Rarely

Like peeling honey off q-tips

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

It was the most we had spoken since

Since

This always happens

I smelt it when I first walked in

Its subtle dance wrapping itself around me  

I’m thinking about the money you still owe

me (forget it)

A year ago I wrote a

Love letter

To you

You

Y

O

U

I’m so proud of us

I say.

But that was before

We ******

A mere 5 minutes earlier

But i am

Fine

Fine

Knife

We stabbed each other tenderly, bleeding

Thankful

Until next time

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