I had longed to wash your clothes alongside mine,
For them to share that space outside of ourselves.

And now, I am trying to wash you out of them.
They lay beside mine tainting everything I own
with memories of you.

I had longed to exist alongside you,
Even trapsing behind you would have sufficed.

And now, I am running to keep up;
Begging you to turn around.
But on you go, without me.

How many rooms of the house
do I have to clean
to get rid of you?

Which will happen first;
my arms falling off or my heart falling out?
Which do you think would be more painful?

Because you didn't rip it out
and stamp all over it.
It isn't like how people say.

You left it there,
with the damage that you had done.
You left it there to rot.

It can't be cleaned like the rooms of the house.
I simply don't see how
I can ever get clean of you.

If my arms fall off
then I can no longer reach for you
But i think

I would rather my heart fall out
so that I am free of you
and the desire to reach - to cling - can be gone.

Occasionally, it's good to forget how much you love something,
because that rush,that thrill
when you fall in love again.
it's simply the best!