i remember that night in flashbacks.
like a movie.
i slowly drowned in a river and my body wasn’t found until the sun hit my shining smile where people miles away could see it,
because even though you killed me i was happy it was you.
if i got to die it was privilege that you were the one who did it.
you made it quick
you held your breath in and you spoke about the future and how much you loved the color grey but never about how much you liked me,
and you breathed it out like it was the only sentence you knew
“i don’t, and i don't think i can feel the same about you.”
and i flatlined in your bedroom.