It's official
You've relinquished all the pieces of me you claimed so long ago
The pieces of my heart you've kept under lock & key breathed fresh air for the first time in years
I felt my chest constrict
And then total nirvana
This
This must be what it really means to be over someone
And Gods does it feel good
I can breathe through my nose again
And not smell Old Spice and ink
I can write a poem and it not reek of longing for someone who no longer exist
You are truly not mine anymore
And I have to say that this is a look I feel **** good in
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
It's official
You've relinquished all the pieces of me you claimed so long ago
The pieces of my heart you've kept under lock & key breathed fresh air for the first time in years
I felt my chest constrict
And then total nirvana
This
This must be what it really means to be over someone
And Gods does it feel good
I can breathe through my nose again
And not smell Old Spice and ink
I can write a poem and it not reek of longing for someone who no longer exist
You are truly not mine anymore
And I have to say that this is a look I feel **** good in
For a moment, I felt weightless
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