Falling in love with you was like being a puppy. The love sick, completely mesmerized lost puppy that hangs onto every word you say.
You were my favorite part of the day my reason to get out of bed. The reason I started ******* on the running washing machine because I was trying to find the rattle clank bang boom and the ******* electricity that you shot through my nerves Every Single Time our bodies touched.
Now, I ******* on the dryer without cleaning out the lint trap in hopes to feel anything other than numb. Now, I’m that lost puppy that got kicked in the stomach while trying to stay right next to you all the time. Right under your feet in the kitchen. By your side on bed Or on the couch I still love you unfathomably, but now I’m afraid of feet. And closeness.
Distance is definitely less painful than the kick to the stomach of our attachment disappearing. Watching you drink your coffee From the other side of our 12 person table is hard. But not as hard as coming to terms With the fact that we thought that 12 person table From Ikea Would be a good idea For all the guests that we Don’t have. For all the time that we spent Right By Each other Maybe now our friends will come over more To fill the distance between us.
I’ve heard that your skin can be the most comfortable piece of clothing that you can wear. My skin is crawling Because you’re no longer here To silence my worries. Also because not cleaning out the lint trap Can cause a small fire. Now I’m also afraid of dryers.
I don’t even like warming my my duvet cover anymore Because it reminds me too much of you. Which is to say I’m the puppy that learned to sleep on the floor, I can’t handle your warmth anymore. It sets my skin on fire. And sleeping at your feet brings back too many memories, Which is to say, You are like being kicked All over again.